if I were ten years older,
would you come for me
like Sister Night chasing
Cal into a tiny closet?
would you watch and wait
with bated breath–your fingers
itching to tug at me in places
where darkness falls?
I thought I could woo you
with sweet words and
draw you to me gently before
first light of a naked morning,
but I was wrong.
you still cling to a masked lover
who’s afraid to reveal her
true self to you.
and I am done
charging down the streets
of hell, chasing after criminals
of love–empty from fighting
bad guys.
Watchmen is one of my favorite series on HBO. It inspired this piece.
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