he is ever present
this son of my soul
that loves me in all the night terrors,

this mysterious man
that lurks behind the eyes
of the boy bodies
I happen to want to fuck

I have deemed his voice dark,
and his insides quiet, intense,
echoing my own,
echoing each other

this miserly dandy
who touches my hiar, cheek,
- strokes my inner wrist
so softly,
whose shadow descends over
me, in the shower
wrecking on all my imperfections

this phantom of my operas
slash death metal pro wrestler
truns the knob of my door each
night - but never enters

And his hands, his large warm powerful hands
leave red imprints
all over my body
sending his cheshire smiles
and evil, dark knowing eyes

this murderer of all the nice, real boys
who say,
i love you