Odysea

There’s your bloody

handprint upon the wall above my bed

you climbed on

and I’m screaming out all the precious un-words

like I’ve never said

Your long waist stretched above me

like a tangle white geometry

Seeing through twisted words

of the things that I promised not to do with you

if I ever wanted to be through

Don’t you touch me

with your dull fingers pressing holes into my skin

I found out

that all your sorts of pleasure aren’t the kind of things from you I could ever win

I want you

to get something from me

but there’s nothing that I could ever give to you.