Other Me

April 20, 2004

Rounded hips, lips turned up,
soft light, toes curled down,
every whispered song
still played for my
disengagement.

Who were you holding
tonight, in this bed?
Was it me or another
part that hides inside
this body of mine?

Voice coming out in
low, raunchy description
of harder-faster-more-
more-more-now
and timestop predation.

Asking for the whip,
asking for the hipdip,
trudge and a burst
of energetic, levelled
and moistened rip.

Who is she?
Mirror shocks me,
looking into hazel eyes
that I don't recognize
reflected back to me.

She knows what it is
the man behind me
really wants from me,
and she gives it
so absolutely.

I fade back in
with enough time
to know that I've done
all of everything
you ever wanted tonight.

You need not know that
this girl is different
than the woman that
lives the rest of my life,
behind reddened cheeks.