when you confessed your conquest
i started picturing
caucasian women
tall and lean
perfect skin
climbing endless stairs
uneven steps, just like yourself
delighted in drinks and music
up the last flight towards you bed
and your head
was it left untouched?
you memory immaculate
or better, held hostage
but never imagined it wasn’t my deed
though you later confessed (with the exact words)
when it comes to sex
your life was forever divided between a.L. and d.L.
(is it really?)
and if it’s true i put all my efforts to also
not have my life split in two
not in sex, not in trust, nor in love
but my mind is tangled in visions
of how d.L. really feels
if it’s miserable
or if it feels fresh
new, exciting
but then remember that
in face of reality
it’s like i never happened.
post me you decided
to win back your life
before me.
