Does your right hand kiss you
as it's connected
to that remote control
of your soul
where you turn me on
and off as you do her
I'm sure
Does your right had jump on your lap
to hug you with it's whole body
is it naughty
as this brown-eyed girl in flight
who writes
does your right hand whisper to you
it wants more of the same
can it call your name
does it have lips
that comes to grips
with all that's heaven sent
Or is it spent?
On turning the pages
of the rages in my soul that I've let roll
on to this paper
to try to taper
You giving into me
instead of living with a she
where I can't go
it's all to be
your only reality
better treat it better
than you do me
poetically
your only right.
