The video plays
and I see her alive.
She’s been dead for years;
I’d forgotten her eyes.
There’s a part where he fucks me
with a mask that’s removed…
and I could not remember
until I saw the truth.
How can someone alive
be so very dead?
The video plays
and gets stuck in my head.
He wants to destroy it
but just doesn’t see…
that when he was alive
he was buried in me.
I cradle his shell
and I weep and inquire…
wasn’t he there
when he showed me desire?
Was I always alone
and alive more than most?
Was he always so sad?
Was he always a ghost?
And he weeps
there’s no answer
and he quakes at my touch.
And I show him I loved him
and ever so much.
We cry at the memory
made flesh and erection…
and she smiles from grave;
success;
resurrection.
Written by Jason Wright
March 1, 2013
For: Jason, John & Deana
who still haunt my dreams.