I Found Myself in The Exchanging

Disguised myself in the sty of
another mans' blinking.
Those who stare
meet the faun
in arteries-sinking.

Who but me to state
the obvious?
Who but me to share
the blame
at the cost of another?

You're ugly.
And I reek of you-
I reek of your very essence.

Deny me so that I
can deny you.

Your attributes are littered
and who but the chain
will follow?

We shall swim
Through the troth's
of betrayal;
Through the abyss
of progeny

For you don’t owe me
And I do not owe you.
And though we say
that too much is selfish
and that too little is expensive

we gather our tithes
we reap what we sow
and yet
I found myself In the exchanging-

Of words
Of flirting
Of tongues
Of spit and swallow

Inside of her
I found my glory.
And with crooked hands
We celebrated filth

Fiction Collection 2010
©Bobby Ruelas