When you kissed me - I tasted her raspberry gloss from your lips and for a moment, I thought I was kissing her- then I withdrew and looked at you and saw your mask slipping off.
I wanted to slap you, but I somehow knew that you would enjoy that so I turned away. Grabbing my shoulder, punch to the jaw who made you Authority and who wrote the law?
Yours hands are a vice grip, but I'm a raging bull I can handle your violence like the moon handles the sea- pulling and pushing, a frothing total mess in the late hours after midnight.
It's too late for apologies, I smell her on your skin. You think I am wicked, but it's you who carries sin like a leather jacket, creaking and aromatic surging you forward while I fall behind -
