Grasp
You, who came to my bed
With just a book of Shakespeare
And took me as your lover
And read me sonnets
As your hands caressed
My naked body
You, who came to my bed
And took me as your lover
With such false confidence
That I believed each word you said
When you explored my body
And read me Baudelaire
You, who took a girl as a lover
Who you thought was a woman
You, who I thought was a man
When you were still a boy
Your hands tracing the skin above my hips
And read me the poetry you wrote
You, who took me as your lover
Come back to my bed
You, now a man with softly graying hair
Take me as I am
Leave the poetry on the bedside table
You’ve nothing left to prove
Horror Sleaze Trash 