CENTERED
There is a secret song
at the center of the world
and Trevor knew every word.
He sang them to me;
the most generous tongue;
more touching than any yet heard.
The words lit a light;
they moved me just right;
he lit up the world at my center.
He bathed me in lust;
his lips made me trust;
his spit made me beg him to enter.
And after it ended;
the man I befriended;
we went separate ways and surrendered...
But I am still haunted
by song that he flaunted...
And pleasure that his song engendered.
Written by Jason Wright
JANUARY 6, 2009
For: Trevor Oger