your moon charm
tightens around my neck like a feather-noose
passion nights pass quietly
as i pine for your high
that wavering moonlight still filters in now and then
fading to a blue of an early day
my demon of sadness stirs
without respite

your prince on a white horse will come, love
but first come toy with my pain
I don my butch self for you day in and day out
a sewn patch on your feminine suit
must be amusing
to fulfill your aging fantasies with my boy-like charms, no?
a phase as it were
but, never mind
just stroke my pain with your lust

you walk on high-heels after a good time
slightly buzzed, pinning for more
I pause for our next meet, with lust suspended
between my legs
but now
that demon is rising from my core, do ya hear?
come, merge me with your fleeting stories
come give me little deaths
stroke my pain
silence will come
encore