Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Boy
My favorite
bar is yours
We meet on
familiar ground
And you
patiently listen
You
patiently listen
My story is
yours
I present
it to you
like a
neatly wrapped up gift
--
We are
following each other
Without a second
thought
Into the
well-known unknown
There is
something reassuring about you
--
--
This record
of yours
Never stops
playing
Perpetuating,
perpetuating
Pe-ne-tra-ting
my mind
Repeating
patterns
Rhythm of
my beating flesh
--
In your bed
You are tasting
me
And your
curious gaze
Gazing
curiously
Up to me
With my
breasts standing firmly
Between
your curious face
And my teeth
clutching my lips
Your nose
all wet
You are
satisfying your thirst
In my
moisture
Drink me up
Drink me up
Drink me up
Wet and
warm hole of mine
And I
arrange my body
I arrange
my body
Draping
myself on this stage of ours
--
Until morning
comes
Your head
hidden underneath a pillow
How are you
How are you
How are you
Boy
Where are
we connected
between our
bodies and minds?
Something
lingers
--
Outside
it’s bright and light
I walk into
a well-known street
Familiar
ground
Familiar
ground
Familiar
ground
--
--
--
Something
lingers
I bought
the record
And all
these things
That make
my life what it is
Collecting
Collecting
Collecting
(June 4th 2014)
