I’m mostly a bottom
yet in dreams often top.
And walking behind him
I imagined a lot.
I dreamed him impaled
on my bliss and more.
He begged for it
weeping
and struck the right chord.
I thought it quite shameless;
this dream of seduction.
I confessed it
complete;
no thoughts of destruction.
And then I was told
what I couldn’t have known…
Before I was loved
betrayal was shown…
And my lust turned to sadness
and quickly unraveled…
That anyone hurt him
or made him feel fragile…
Though they couldn’t break him
they basically tried…
They wounded the heart
where my love now resides…
And they may now be friends
and they may have forgiven…
But it kills me to think
that he may have been victim.
Written by Jason Wright
October 15, 2012
For the three people who inspired it,
who aren’t named here as to preclude another cycle of pain.
