Pink

You asked me here for what?
for this
and him and the sunken dead tunes of your lonely tomb
alone again where the red weather invites hypothetical doom
say it better
say it better between my legs than she did
so I can forget she's there and get her out of my head
pleasure tethered by a thin thread
well-read men with mannerisms dance catechisms while you orgasm
in bed
without me
you'd rather be with your pink dildo instead.

TA