Last Autumn Leaves

Breathe in, breath out. Indifferent to these indulgences. Recognize and begin to understand. Raped of my rights to love another human being , another living soul, my other. Compassionate hands hold me down. To embrace this slove to kiss the dirt. Your palms weep blood, saddened by my love. Your palms weep blood.
You quiver as the cold breath reaches out for you, where do I begin? Where do I belong?
When do you begin to accept.
Stiched and seamed who do I pray to now. What god will love me? And who do I pray to now?
To embrace this love, I'll kiss the dirt. What gods do I pray to now?