Odd Couplets - with audio

You are my other

shoe that is lost

and sorely missed

like a sock

in the face

with a closed fist—

I was a foot fetish

for a calloused soul

in the cupping of my open palms

I was an offering bowl.

You were my lethal dose of licking

at wounds, my fantasy of kicking

myself in my tale come true,

blinded from you as my lust-veil

strangled me in your muscular silence

and hid what your odd cock angled

after with cheap plunging action

doused in denial and the full retraction

of all the sweet nothings, now a sour taste

injected into everything—

every cunt the same hunt

for a place of forgetting

my name my face

your groin sweating its feckless pus

in another failed exile of us

but the strain of this refrain is against

my new thrust—I lose my direction

if I pretend the old affection

is not lost, along with the sweetness

the filth and the trust, the infection

of a love that was knot

now doubly undone

and yours was the shot

the glass and the gun.