Wife left. I watched our videos; wrote a poem.

(Artwork used with permission from Archan Nair) 

video: part 1

the other me.
the only you.
upside out and inside down;
your wrecking-ball confidence (never earned)
and nonchalant prowl.

hair up. limbs unfurled.
i admire your lipstick;
that beauty-mark puncture
sealed without a stud.

knees dip past the monitor’s edge.
the other me breathes in.
(out here, i hold my breath.)

there’s love here,
woven through vulgarity
with every peach-pit peck,
lacing moans
and earnest stares,
filling voids of parted lips
as vowels roll from tongue to tip.

video: part 2

the other me.
the only you.
an inverted spider
commanding the frame.
eyes on him.
lust on me.

there are warnings here.
suspicious moans,
hungry fetishes,
distance between thighs;
silent screams
of telepathic names.

“is this okay?” asks the other me.
and your eyes roll side to side.

•jakevanderark