I had no say in the matter.
I could only watch
as you carefully removed the beating *****,
wild and alive,
from my chest
in awe.
You made a cradle for it with your fingers
tended to it, loved it.
Until one day both of your hands were full
and you put it in your back pocket
and forgot about it.
Now when you wear those pants
and take a seat,
a pressure descends on the empty cavern from which my heart was taken.

Today
anybody is the right body,
taut and lean,
exploiting youth.


Flesh is flesh on flesh,
smooth and seamless.


Making love is not love;
purely a fabrication that lures in
any susceptible soul
with salty, passionate promises.


Bodies fall victim to bodies,
deluded by ecstasy
over and over
and over again.


Though they may release a double negative
at some point in time,
lips never lie.