Monstro, the Terrible Dogfish

by BrandonLee Cruz
 
White lover,
there nothing this poem can give me
that you haven’t fucked me into: something
 
large and blue             for you
 
to press inside,                 a lie
                        
erecting. Once,
 
I told you to leave. But,
what is permission but
a song curling inside me
and onto you?
 
What is my song,
but a heaven heaving
above you? And
 
even beached, I
 
let love
 
stiffen you into
a real boy and
 
you learned
 
how to make love
by leaving
 
me behind.