Re-written
These pasts are just a story
we tell ourselves [between
irreversible dreams] –
We’ll
wish for time off with joy –
I
didn’t want to be bid to any
auld secretive acts –
a stack
added to by a cruel liar who
told too much –
a weight –
a
fallen albatross on a selfish
girl’s pendant –
a drip-drip-
drip of emptied thrusts –
In
a mouth – ill-welt –
infections
transmitted by air & breaths
from other kisses –
a strike
of skin-on-skin to get harder
& squirt out mis-aligned lust