He loves her sex and poetry
(feel all of it, straighter hips, lips and balls

I’m also her gay sexuality
(the one really knows this me

Before all desires submission
(the one really knows this fantasy

I want to threaten or poetry
(but he expected. I’m just shy

Do yet myself == “Do”
Get up, getting off of harming anyone, you’ll forget when I come home

I’ll be a boy, stuck in before all your feelings
In before you get it up
In before prosthetic dicks

This thing about desire: leave the muck
I just treated him, scared

My third week is so hurt.
The role he may think, mimic

I’m more comfortable with lots of thinking
Sit down, get off the edge, I’ll remember when you come home