school play

school play

school
play

on grainy
videotape
i put on
mute

so i can watch your
face on the
screen
tilting
your head
dark brows
raising
lowering
with the current of
your emotion
(or should i
say, Senora Peron's
) singing

without sound
watch your lips
moving
read your lips
singing

room
darkened
eyes sore
my sleepless
adolescent mind
conjures
your words
conjures
your song

"don't leave me"
"i want you"
"don't leave me"
"you want me"

static threads
across the
screen, hisses,
swarming
electron
dots of black
blue and red
gather
in your
shadows, i
won't leave
you,
no

your
lips stretching
and smile
then crinkle
and round
eyes
unfocused
mirror
stagelights
white smudges
of teeth
black
smudges
of nostrils,
me
losing
losing
sleep
losing
points,
good and bad

hand
in hand
or hand
in pants
doesn't matter
recommendation
letters
wreck
commendation
letters
sectionals
sex in halls
after school
tutoring
teetering
tipsy
making dares

making memories
just as quickly
erased
but still the
smells and
tastes cling
acrid
burning
sweet
moonshine
saltwater
cum

if i could have
her sex
with your face
and voice
i wouldn't
need
college
or books
or smarts
or even
money
i don't think

school play
school
play

i want you
but i'll
leave
you.
♠ ♠ ♠
I've never written from the POV of a horny, dysphoric teenage male before. At least, not like this.