Do They Know?
I wonder if my movements amuse them?
Every step more hilarious than the first
Everyone in on the secret but me
I wander blindly in the back alley of her heart
I wonder
Is my pain an anecdote to be shared over coffee?
I wonder if my notations amuse him?
Every letter more hilarious than the first
Everyone in on the secret but me
I write wordlessly on the blank slate of her heart
I wonder
Does my blood spill on his love-letter?
I wonder if my gyrations amuse her
Every thrust more hilarious than the first
Everyone in on the secret but me
I explode silently on the crumbling dust of her heart
I wonder
Is she making love to him under my skin?