Stay

There is this huge
Black gate up
Between us, you can see me.
You just can’t touch me,
Or understand me.

It’s as if we are in the same train station,
Middle class, and can’t speak because we are
On different platforms.
Yelling.

We are right here.
I refuse to make eye contact,
It’s my way with making love to you.
I need this.
You near, the feeling is enough.
I regret nothing, so far.

I wish I could show you how GREAT I am.
But soon enough, the likes of pussy willing to come
Thrown at you, because of your complexion.
I need you near for who you are not what you are.
Hopefully this is enough to make you stay
Despite the lack of tightness, I throw at you.