I have a terrible secret
tattooed on my penis
if you see it
you’ll know what I mean...

but take it easy:
I’m not going to show you
my cock!
- not here in public or
in plain sight...

that would be a mockery
of pubic etiquette
so baby, don’t fret:
I’ll wait ‘til tonight

… because you do want to see it, right?

I mean, otherwise
this little invitation of mine
didn’t quite fill its purpose!

I’ve kind of ruined the surprise…
oh my…

will there be no sweet delight
to satisfy my sexual appetite?

fuck!
FUCK!!!
... fuck you:
fuck your clothes
your hair
your crooked teeth;
fuck your promising smile
that told me my invite
was going to be worthwhile;
fuck your grace
fuck your face and
fuck me…!

you treacherous whore…
I saw your eyes shining me blind
with their white lies
so WHY was I enslaved
and DESPITE this grave
wisdom forced even deeper
into desires mindless cave!?

... once again, I face the door
to your innermost
the place of my heart’s enclave:

"alright… maybe I proposed
a little bit too soon
I get it if you 'just want to spoon'
trust me baby... I do
and it’s okay!
we can go on that way
for days, weeks
my fingers will linger softly
on your cheeks
until you say:
'I wouldn’t mind
if those hands were to
touch my behind,
or if they were to
wander astray…'

- and that’s all it takes!
one word, and I’m yours
you heard me:
your voice is my guide
to making you satisfied;
you were always my
first-hand choice
for intercourse!

birds and bees:
I am ready to BURST
when I see you!
let me lick the fragrant sweat
off the nape of your neck
you won’t regret it!
I am naked
I am vacant
reserved only for you.
so please
please!
god, PLEASE
let you and me
at last become us two
to then become just one!"

but not even once do you break your silence

your quiet smile
is far more violent
than any riot
- and it starts a fire in my chest
that burns with a violet flame

it is so endlessly painful
that I’ll safely claim:
it would be a million times better
if I NEVER met her
or if she shunned me
punched me
kicked me
spit me in the face
or asked me
without a trace of passion
or compassion:
are you done?

to be honest, I’d already come undone
- and that’s the way I left her

my pace was steady, though my steps swayed
and something vexing
at the root of my... secret
reflecting how it was never told
unexpectedly made me feel a thousand years old:

I... am falling

I couldn’t hear her calling
- if she did -
for the sound of rushing blood
was piercing my ears

– and if I turned around
I wouldn't even see her
through the gushing flood
of tears