Bullshit


A coat of black hair huffing somewhat rhythmically (thinking it will get me wet) in my ear –
The Suitor: an over-weight, undesired troll breathing in,
out, tasting 3 day old, left-on-his-ashy-counter-beer,
thinking his hands have any place within
my sterile lips
I want to get out fast.
But he pleads, so nicely as his oily fingers marinate my hips
“Good for child bearing” and his filth, disgustingly endearing, so I see how long he can last
By the end I’m screaming, in-love, this is my new fuck buddy, it’s been too long-
Next to me my prince dreams (mouth open, drooling) while I’m crowning him,
mimicking the tremors of his breath, admiring his godly schlong,
perfecting, perfecting: just a nose-plug, just a trim.
However,
The hours dishevel my existence into an anonymous, “Who?”
Yellow teeth, wretched breath: “Loving someone can’t make someone love you.”