Playing
i.
my arm flailed on your
mother-in-law’s hospital bed knocked the whiskey
glasses off bedside table, then the glass
table top as you
relaxed yourself into me
“i’m just playing” i won’t wake deeper
i party and play with a former escort manager
who is playing my party his way into my
substance
pause before cellphone
then wash my options into purgatory
till there is nothing to decide
ii.
i’m just playing your defeated cum onto my lips
you’ll never enjoy a blow job the same
you won’t let out a sincere moan of pleasure or release
your sex is a tool
a collar you broke yourself into i hold the leash
but i’m just playing
i’m in love with a hooker
She is my girl
after pinning her tense throat fucking her dry ass
i ask her if she has been hurt
She says yes of course shrugs as she sinks away
further into the glossy mattress beneath me
i’m just playing an eight-year marriage
the kids asleep on their beds in the windows
on the other side of the penthouse
As to divide our speech exists
i.
as to divide our speech exists
we hear out
the harsh passings of the wet street
we touched our questions into each other
my tender thumb and lips expound
uncertain urges to your deltoid
explicate my headtilt her shyness her locked
crouch our shaggy heads over the table
draw with a pen on the seams of button-up shirt
hold my hand as we clench our jaws
patience is a comedown
the burn in your back from a rest
left unattended
as to divide our speech exists
we’re touching our questions into each other
my lips and tender thumb shyly whisper
uncertain urges to your deltoid
explicate my headtilt her bashful her locked jaw
mount me on the awkward couch breaks down
dog scratched leather outside her bedroom
carelessly big a room spreads apart sections
i’m gonna cry about this when it’s raining
i’m holding your fists in my sweaty palms
a silver lining in my jacket
flakes onto my T-shirt when it’s hot