Not another man
Your writhing moans fill the plot
and I collect my unfired words in a trance
I am possessed by your powers and I speak
in glossolalia
~
twirling, breathing low
the curled corners of pillowcases croon
and sip the essence that drips off
your prominent manly nape
your claim, your castle, you're the king
escaping your queen, so queer
she thinks you're with another man,
I know there's no other man
but it kills me each day, every minute,
knowing that I am the other woman
-