Don’t talk to me. We have no more to say.
Turning your back means showing me your bum.
It’s tight and pert. Once you could make me come
raising an eyebrow, but you stalked away

and I recovered, mostly. Went on dates
that did not tease my limits or my rule.
I like to play, but not played for a fool.
Flirting’s more fun than one anticipates.

Getting off not. Abandon hurts old knees.
Old hearts have calluses. So turn your back
And turn your face. I have not felt your lack.
So very much. Things will be as you please.

I’ll say it clear and make it mostly true.
You never loved me and I don’t love you.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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  1. lokifan says:

    This is my favourite of yours for a while.

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