Since I've been drinking and do feel semi-frugal with my word/phrase disposition. here it comes:
You have found me in a puddle of oil slicked rain.
Yet I can just provide you with a remembrance of pain.
Still you hold me tight and tell me to be still,
Till I provide you with my death's last chill.
Why do you bother with me, with your games of rest,
While I suckle to milk raining from your chest?
Do you not feel the bite on your nipple,
As I brave the pond with my ripple?
Perhaps you require me as would the others,
The desired one, the devourer, just as your mothers?
Am I to rest and vigil so calmly,
While you digest my spirit so solemnly?
Will you give me some respite for tonight,
Or am I to fulfill my faith, just oh so right?
My teeth are clenching around your blossom,
And now you tell me I am so fearsome.
All I desired was your sole acceptance,
but now all I've got is your perseverance.
I question now, what is my desired role?
I acquiesce to being a painful to wear sole.