You Watered My Wings

You watered my wings, and cooled my anxiety,
baked in the carcass of my old teenage lust.
Your lithe back is my Socratic satiety.

I won't impose on your mind, for defeat has so blighted me.
I refuse to besmear you with my heart's scabby crust.
You watered my wings and cooled my anxiety,

and for one perfect moment, I lingered delightedly;
I watched your lips as you carelessly cursed.
Your lithe back is my Socratic satiety.

I could have kissed you, in grateful piety,
but I held back, fearing to leave you nonplussed.
You watered my wings and cooled my anxiety

but I knew you'd not grasp, until my harsh moiety
became yours, and degraded, you committed to dust
that lithe image, once my Socratic satiety -

Only then would you know why I choose anonymity,
nor pester you with my reanimated lust.
You watered my wings and cooled my anxiety.
Your lithe back was my Socratic satiety.