You pulled me close to you
and touched my lips slowly.
I didn’t answer, because I did,
once,
long long ago
but not here
not now
not like this
and not anymore.

you turn to my friend instead
and tell him you wanted to fuck him
right out in the open
and I feared for you.
he’s talking about
wanting to fuck her
and I am sitting there
fearing for you both.

(because I know
he has
nothing
on him)

I tell him
I want him to
take you home
first
so I can
make sure you don’t
do anything
you
will
regret.

we listen to music
until our earlobes drag
and the rocks popping
pierce our ears.
and I wish
for a moment
that you would fall into the fire.

how I would love to see you scream in fear
and pain
and agony
and listen to your face twist and turn.

he pets your feet
like the disgusting man he is
and I wish you were both different.

he moves his hands up your calf and
I begin to feel uncomfortable.

why don’t you want to kiss me?