When I was six maybe seven
we’d have sex and I’d like it
because I’m your little boy blue
I’d give you all that I have
though what was there to give at eight
maybe nine?
I sigh
I have a life to live
what happened was bound to be forgotten to keep me sane
yet I always wondered about those days, when we were tightly knit on bed together
when I was your little lifе amateur
and your were my soon-to-lеave-to-the-psych-ward lover
I thought I was always to be bound to that bed and you could leave and leave me behind but
sex is for children, my god
you could do whatever you wanted to me
and their would be no pay-off
you could do whatever you wanted to me
and their would be no pay-off
and I liked it after all
I enjoyed every second
my little autistic lover
your twenties holy cock
rubbing up and down my kiddish spine
shivering me cold in place
but now, my little pedophilic friend
I’ll picatrix you to death
because little to no fate could turn away this throwaway magic
or heaven
to keep me from never leaving
you, psychoanalytical hex
every nautical twilight
a talisman is buried in your name
because I sigh
I have a life to live