Across a Room

you thrust yourself
inside me, deeply
with your eyes
stopitstopit
you blink and look away
and i am left
unsatisfied
unsated

you pin me down by
wrists and thighs
with your touch
stopitstopit
then you touch her again
and i am left
unqualified
renauseated

i would that you would
thrust and pin
or at least kiss
or speak those words
damnitdamnit
fucked her--
she is who
gave you my first kiss

you bite my neck, hard
and leave a mark
with your words
stopitstopit
you hang up the phone
and i am left
ungracious
unrequited




*note: this is another really old poem*