You and Your

 

You and your cuck
laughing with trembling flesh having
a wonderful time, your long twisted
witch's tendons
wandering willy-nilly along my
spinal hem, not him,
his corrupt posture and
fallible dignity, his awkward
virtue, his empress
cachet in pale posture indignant
on cypress knees,
he wishes,
suffering for your attention
your cuck
reaching for a cup of my garment
like a beggar to a passing
priest,
I'm not myself, Father,
his rabid thirst squeezing my throat,
your lips on a slick track encircling
my unsociable right ear
voiceless and wet and
bidding
and disregarding your cuck's
clutch,

But, I feed him anyway
my passive attention
my limp focus
that same deaf ear,
watching in the window's reflection
some lucid theater, alit with searing
torrid temperament a waltz
to old King Solomon's psalms,
Davidic blood hardening like a
pillar of salt,
maybe the accumulation of so much
sin will destroy this city?
you and your cuck
begging for my gluttony
tilting on a carousel of gyral
fantasy, of midnight's flesh,
dizzy
with the task of finding chorus,
falling in and out of love,
crawling and repenting and
a swill of starscapes spinning
out of control,
this is all out of control,
your knee over my shoulder,
shivering whispering poems from
a vault in your black heart,
you and your cuck,
his bittersweet eventuality, his
warm labor, his
Christlike demeanor,
I reach for his smug mulish
passionate
pearl hook
and save his goddamned soul.

TA