Fragments of Porcelain

I knelt down to touch your boots

I knelt down to worship your boots

But all you could do is walk away

With skin as white as porcelain

You are not made of that

like some cheap dime store figurine

Ready to shatter at a moments notice

Dropped from a high shelf and

gravity takes over

You said I am not made to be worshiped

I am made to be fucked

I could hear the street calling your name

though I did not know it at the time

I read you like reading a book on the subway

flying beneath the city

and then coming up into daylight

Words pulsing rhythmically

full of mystery and plot twists

Like a dagger in the back of the brain

and the heart