I’ve had adventures
and I have explored,
and I had achieved
every possible score,
but you’re taking me further;
you are the key…
Enslaved to desires:
you’re setting me free.
Written by Jason Wright
July 28, 2017
For Aaron
The Impossible
Playing the Game
He turns to reveal
the pass he has made,
So bad he’s made Vlad
stand erect without aid,
And we wait for response
as I yearn for the trade…
The words go unheard
but once read they degrade.
That’s what I needed.
That’s what I wanted.
I need to be teased.
I need to be taunted.
I need to be damaged
and drowned in their piss.
But in losing the game
I am winning in bliss.
But it’s more than just that;
it’s more complicated…
It’s more than a need
to be masturbated.
The rules are a treasure;
a pleasure inflamed…
When we must explore…
Our lives and more…
We gamble and score
in the shame we call game.
Written by Jason Wright
July 26, 2017
Formative Words
A month ago broken
yet we still exist.
Those words that were spoken
by Aaron persist
In shaping our future;
his words were not wasteful.
His words were a cougar
that fed on the faithful.
His words were confession
to me as his priest.
His words were a question
to my ears bequeathed.
His words begged an answer;
I wept as I gave it.
Our love had a cancer
but we sought to save it.
He by admission
and I by permission…
We both fought to save us
from death by attrition…
The pain from his past
held our love in a casket…
For future transgression
he begged with a question
I responded when asked it:
“You need it? Then have it.”
The distance between us
once traveled would heal us,
And words that were spoken
could not now conceal us,
And so we embraced
what would now become real,
Free from the pain that
we both had to feel,
Free to make choices
denied before changes,
To use our own voices
describing new strangeness,
The action is called;
we respond to sensation…
The laws of attraction
beyond transformation.
Written by Jason Wright
July 25, 2017
Aaron Squared
Two men tormented
by men who are blind.
Two men prevented
from men they must find.
Two men inside me
who I may find care in…
Despise
the unwise
who would dare
to scare Aaron.
These parts of me
named
should not feel
ashamed.
Each of us beautiful; one and the same.
And I may be biased
in my manifesto…
But Aaron should listen
because Jason says so.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
Party of Three
Before he arrived
he was funny & flirting.
Two weeks before,
I was bloody and hurting.
My partner was lost
and was struggling the same.
We all nearly cancelled
because of our pain.
But we all arrived here
at that fateful hour.
We all deprived fear
of it’s hateful power.
We unguarded trust
and connected and shared.
Discarded and thrusted
past all we’d laid bare.
The same wavelength reached
unobscured by hostility.
We each found our strength
within vulnerability.
We all came together
and found more than just fun.
The best of both worlds
wrapped up into one.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
For Aaron
At a Glance
Your choice
Your voice: confessing your pain
Your eyes
Your size
Your blessing
Your brain
Your body
Your mind
All more than sufficient.
Tonight
was insightful
and not insignificant.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
For Aaron
Lessons
Last night
profound;
spellbound by the depth…
And we held you close
long after you left.
We speak of you still;
we are moved;
we are haunted.
Arrived
deep inside
and you left yourself wanted.
Survived
and enlivened
and we each felt that kiss.
We each had our moments
of momentous bliss.
We each have a ghost
of that pleasure beneath us.
We treasure each trust;
what each thrust tried to teach us.
Written by Jason Wright
July 9, 2017
Fashion Victim
A cry on the catwalk
of love and of blame.
A runway sashayed
with lies and with shame.
The scream for attention;
an advert ignored.
A cream filled with tastes
that I could not afford.
The signs for the sale
were shocking and sultry.
I did not expect them
to lead to adultery.
Fidelity fad? Old hat!
I’m pathetic.
The new look this season
has a harlot aesthetic.
Yet the outdated fashion
of black and of leather.
Was on the new model;
though I think it was pleather.
Written by Jason Wright
July 2, 2017
Innocence Lost
When we speak about nothing
we sound easy going.
But our diet of words
is weighted with knowing.
Conversation we’re having
is new yet outdated.
Nothing’s the same
once you’ve been penetrated.
The words we don’t say
are more cutting than surgeons.
Our words should be changed
as we’re no longer virgins.
But we find that we’re kind
as we climb back on horses.
As we strive to derive
what survived intercourses.
Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017
My cousin Danielle, who I did not know in person, often interacted with me on Facebook and commented on my poetry. She died in October of 2020 but I was not informed as no one was aware of our online interactions. She was exactly 6 years younger than me, which we often commented on. Rest in peace cousin.
The Enemy of Love
I miss and forgive you
with most of my heart.
I’m fine most the time
until I fall apart.
I feel like I’ve beat this
but then I’m outsmarted.
The journey’s not over
but at least it has started.
The progress of feeling
is slow and dismays.
The process of healing
takes more than five days.
But most of the time
I just want you to hold,
Some comfort from that
which can not be controlled.
The sound of your voice
echoes still when I suffer.
The words that you spoke
heard by me and no other.
The tears in your voice
on the phone told the truth.
The long held self loathing
ignored in your youth.
The pain that you shared
and inspired by wanting.
The pain lingers there
undefeated and haunting.
I hate how I ache
when I see what you’ve sold.
Your lie is a burden
the world thinks is gold.
But soon you’ll be here
where you won’t need to hide.
We’ll cling to the strength
that the truth can provide.
We’ll strive to fight fears
that we barely can fathom.
As I survive tears
which still strike me at random.
Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017
