Their eyes sought me out
cross the waiting room floor…
Their gaze drifted down
to the demon adored…
Their feet and their legs
brought them quick as you please…
and I barely kept up
from off of my knees.
Hot Doctor Craig
and Doctor Antell
approach me
and coach me
on living so well…
They compliment
garment
and offer me sex
behind my closed eyes
as they search for who’s next.
The shirt that I wore from Party That Wasn’t /
Middle-Earth shirt worn by someone who doesn’t
exist or persist in interest of others…
I barely seek to or speak to my brothers
who once stripped for me
in convent abandoned…
this clothing’s been holding me;
constant companion.
It’s Nina who sings to me
blissed through my tears…
who aids and then fades to me
kissed through my fears…
as music comes up and
and asks with a twirl:
A demon to some…
could I be your girl?
Written by Jason Wright
October 9, 2018
For Antell & Arden, Simone & Barker,
& the lovers that we never were.
