The Lover and the Locust

I would
Push her
To The ground
And
wrap her body
In earth
And
Her lips and
Her neck
Would taste of
Blood
and
Salt
And
I would fall
Into her trap
And feed on her
Imperfections
Just to relieve
Myself of
Her plague

But there is
No chance
Of this
Dirt ground
Fantasy
Becoming truth.
Cuz She
Does not look
At me
The way that
I want her to.
She, looks
To the rich
And wants to
Be loved, but…
Not by me.

To, “love” her
Is to be
Forever falling
Into her
Nightmare
Life and mind.
Is to be
Drowning in
Her endless
Insatiable needs

I, try and
I try to get
This
Dirt ground bitch
From my mind
But, I must
Have her
I must
“love” her
To get her our
Of my
Dirt ground mind