for so long what has past as holiness
and goodness and wisdom is only fear
i dreamed the other night
and still dream some time
that you came to the house big
bodied, thick cocked, liked you once did
but when i got there you were gone
like you are gone now
hurt by how unloved you were when you
you thought you deserved it
sorrowful that lust was not enough
i remember you bent on my bed all
doggy style and all the while
me, wondering what to do with you
and now i am wondering what to do
with all this lack of beauty
and with all this end of honesty
wrapped in shyness
wrapped in coyness
wrapped in a bomb that would better be
stripped naked and laid in the darkness
of some back bedroom
and if lies and starched out modesties,
the infamies of false virginity are the
sickness
then is sucking
and love and fucking at two a.m
the cure?