indecent

If your love smells like aftershave and

Roasted coffee laced with cyanide, let

Me taste it, relish in the deathly flavor

Twisting my insides into oblivion

If your love persuades me to walk

Along the slopes of Kilimanjaro

To prove my “honesty” and “trust” then

I’ll even brave Prometheus’s flames

If your love requires blood and bone

I’ll give up every last drop in my body

And if your love demands me to speak

Lies at every turn, I’ll do that too.

But if your love doesn’t demand any of

It, I’ll remain who I am and change my

Definition of love, ‘cause this is the kind

I’ve grown used to over the long years.