You don’t love me,
But at least someone does
Not love me.

But you think you do,
And that is all that matters
To you.

You are like me,
You are my negatives,
Which is positive
If you choose to accept that mission-
ary position for me.
You’re still deciding my decisions.
You are still delighting in my derisions.

You are the Luna-
tic of my life,
And I am your Sun-
dry mothers, lovers, and companions of the past.
You are my pursuer,
And I am pursing
My lips at what I am attempting to purge.

You are in purgatory,
Or the second level of hell.
You drink from the well
Of my undercurrents
And take pleasure in knowing that I know
You are well endowed.
 

Spy on me, Ralph.
Your mother would be proud.