As a boy I dreamed your nipples

red and swollen in my lips,

prayed for your breath

gone wild in my ear.


I’ve been to war since

and lost my fear of battle

but laying with you now

terrifies me more.


In the house of the golden moon,

my clothes piled in a beam of light,

I meekly submit

to your sharp commands.


I hear the nakedness of your voice,

your coarse curses,

collapse small and helpless

in your warm lather.


Then you laugh and laugh

knowing you have won,

keep me awake all night

debating if God is He or She.


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