Guess what, he winks, on my behalf;
as if he’s making sense.
That’s what he thinks as others laugh;
a joke at my expense.
He splays my shame in masquerade
to secretly aggrieve me.
He plays the game; a grand charade
to tease me and deceive me.
His tongue betrays me through the haze;
he’s yours to fuck again.
He’s hungry for your touch
but then again we’re only friends.
That’s what he calls me to my face;
more poison jokes to harm me.
The man, he calls with no disgrace;
more noise in clokes to charm me.
He’s tongue & whore & blush;
he tries to have you all his own.
He’s young & yours & rush;
he lies to have you in our home.
He’s hung & scores & riots now
more chastened afterglow.
He’s sprung his sword & quiet now
for Jason must not know.
Written by Jason Wright
August 3, 2019