Big head growing at me
until its face touches mine.
Breathing, licking, sucking mouth;
My hands are not white
like the bathroom sink.
Germs join the water stream
and tornado down pipes.
Wrapped in the red towel my hands are white.
I look up; I stare back me; me stares back at I.
The face has red patches from the stubbly kisses,
the peachy paleness marred.
Now go away, leave me, let me be
There is no more from me to be had;
I have loved you. -
And you left me,
sliding out, leaving me exposed, bare-
Clothing cannot hide my loss.
I am in mourning.
What need have I of purity?
What wholeness am I protecting?
Pollute me, drain me,
again and again;
love me, leave me,
play with me.
The old game is new every time.