Cain Enabled ’Took you into my bed, now I’ve got to lie in it. Even lies are very tellin’; Fame’s a form of misunderstandin’. No one told me what’s done out of public sight could be so demandin’. What gives you the right to walk out in the nude of the night? My eyes are wet— runnin’ from my flows like the Taíno—“If you can’t handle the difference between us, get out of the equation,” is what you said, so here I go. To kill a man, all you need is a reason. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related June 24, 2014July 7, 2014 Categories: Poetry