Give Me Back My Shirt

You stole my shirt again The one with stains Beneath my armpits You lied and said The shirt somehow fell Into your suitcase A dark black shadow That hurled itself off a cliff And landed inside your Sad blonde soul And when you sleep alone at night In the naked stretch of your wine-soaked skin Do you smell my harsh manly aroma In the pillow of your theft? Do you wet yourself in the taste of The baby felons we might make? Do you imagine yourself wearing My body Upon the sharp thrusts of my Contempt And Love? For a liar, a thief, a fetishist for Fabric That revives memories Of lust long faded You stole my shirt again The one that has faint traces Of your drool, in the way you Drip yourself upon me In the hot slumber of your Babbling incoherent dreams Give me back my shirt It was a present from my sister Who rarely bought me anything Except for a blue cotton candy Vivid blue Like your icy sullen eyes In the childhood Of my lonely Indelible Lament