bro love

I dreamed all night I was rubbing your cock. It was the strangest thing.

In the mornings as the organ that named itself resets I reset the organ that I mostly am and I vibrate, squeaking and squealing

I learned to love women watching you love yourself which is like loving a woman when all the chips, err, crumble or some shit.

My eye reflects a dusky you when I gel my hair into spikes. It reminds me of the scarface poster on your wall.

Time and time again I regret each moment I speak and cease to learn from you, my man.