ESCAPE (a poem)

Escape

It was too late 

The cops

Were in your house

I had to escape

And climbed

Out of your love

I swear I left

So many traces

I can swear

You could still feel

My blade inside

Yet I bet your parents

Would’ve not suspect

Because I was so decent

 You and I

Were both the crime scene

Inseparable

Your bed a field

Amid the dandelions

That day

The child I was

Felt like a man

And wrote a poem

To his first gay lover

I escaped

I walked the street

So very proud

I swear my cock

Was bouncing still

Waving goodbye.