Awful heaver!
Noisy moaner!
I will stick my fingers
between your teeth
and grab your tongue!
A trickster undressed,
obsessed with sucking lips,
singing praises undeserved.
Effete and decadent.
I knew it: I watched you after
you passed out on your bed, your feet
hanging off the mattress, mumbling
with your eyes half closed and flitting.
You liar: with whips and tentacles,
clasps and locks with which
you knotted me up.
And in your baritone voice
you whisper through those higher notes,
cautious that I’d catch you singing off key.
