Four Lovers - No Order

i say to you love me


and you love me for my outer skin


the skin I can be seen in,with you, for you


the skin and myth you construct around


and bind according to your fetish need


some time ago


a life before


knot once


maybe often


you learned






i say to you trust me


and you say you do as you declare


in second breath your “no skin-contact” rule


your bad air hatched from dust


your passed love death


of men who stick to rattle metal


from inside the cage of your locked Tragedy.


you say I must not attract attention “Energetically”


as she did, presumably


you were stained blind






i say to you protect me,


your projected knightly guise surprise


to save a maiden fair


was sadly misinterpretation


mine, as your ill fitting suits appeared


no hearts but joker, chameleonic actor


play on, bow down, prey fork-tongued jester


you never truly loved anything other


than your first love flesh, not me


but more a word that spells pornography






i say to you "is this the real?"


"this is" your frozen look affirmed


through designerized, polarized

serious brown

matching frown lenses


"floating islands" we now were not

more "dry land" the extras, gone to pot


and yet they came, your forever train


'plethora of chiquitas' should I dare forget

your name, e-go traveling don’t you know