The unbearable lightness of disguises….
When I
would take your pair of shoes
and flee
with them to smell your feet;
at that lonely
toilet room,
when I greedy
meet my need.
Would you
like it when I told you?
Would you
really want to know?
Would you
feel disgusted or excited?
Would you
then explain your glow?
When I
would force something between us,
a thing you
did not freely choose.
Bringing release
to me;
and for you;
delight? abuse?
Could you
live with knowing this?
Could you bear
my self-esteem?
Could you
trust me with my bliss?
Would you
expect another scheme?
Are you
strong enough my dear?
Free of
guild and free to lust;
Are you ambitious
to endure;
the apparent
breach of tact and trust?
Could you stand
your ground and smile?
Could you stay
yourself, untouched?
Could you yield
the power balance?
Would you see
my act ill-judged?
When I
start fucking up your mind;
I play you
on your female core;
Penetrate your
self defence,
making you my
little whore.
Would you
like to be a slut?
Give you
over, relishing the flow?
Enjoying
mysterious new heights,
Allow to blossom
what we sow?
And if you
do, are we then not
Prisoners
of our own device?
But if we
don’t. Then will we not,
live our
lives in sad disguise?
