It`ll Be Different Poem by Joshua Bantum

Your hands
like spiders treading against my spine
edged across back
where the last of my muscle is still,

All of this cities drinking
has gotten to my shape

I was asleep when the flowers outside
were noticed
you awoke to this scent
that kept me asleep.

And we missed each other

Your hands like spiders
crept off my skin,
back beneath the covers
finding solace between your thighs

And I barely noticed the movements

But I was there
and your intention was there
like magic
but I was drunk again
and said words that were
swept away

The clouds
Their stroke of patience
hid them beneath the wind.

When you were finished
dressed,
and leaving,
I said
Next time it'll be different
i'll be better.

And your hands like black widows
crept inside your pockets
Wrapped the golden band
around your finger
and left searching again.

I never could defile
such an expensive promise
Even if it wasn't one
I commited to
myself