Gyrating fast
Body speaking fluently
& Usually
I would refuse
To even explain the ways I’ve allowed him to use
To stretch limbs and touch places
For so many years
Orgasmically vacant
Like a creep
He’s secretly taping it
Origami
My physical form, he shaping it
Balled in my emotions
Symbolically leaving
Like he’s raking up the leaves
Changed colors like the leaves
Every time I feel a breeze
A breeze of insecurity
That confines him to be
Tied up in his emotions
Progressively I’m hoping
Guns a blazing so they smoking
Not even open late
But for Jasmine
He opens