Now hang me up.
Thou hast been reminded of too many cold nights
where your bed lay unmarred and your arms lay bare.
Bright moonlight interrupts your futile fights
and your eyes tell how you're unaware.
Your bedsheets, like prison, that capture your body
and hold you down to the bed until you sleep.
With thoughts of neglect and a lust for sodomy
I slip quietly under your bedsheets.
where your bed lay unmarred and your arms lay bare.
Bright moonlight interrupts your futile fights
and your eyes tell how you're unaware.
Your bedsheets, like prison, that capture your body
and hold you down to the bed until you sleep.
With thoughts of neglect and a lust for sodomy
I slip quietly under your bedsheets.