He’s one of those guys
they want to be porn stars.
They push against walls with their heads
and stick their asses out,
to fuck them.
Then they gasp with pleasure.
that they feel a weird prick
when you slam it in all the way.
Dyed long hair,
faces littered with isolated hairs.
They turn away.
Towards the wall, the sheets, the ceiling.
Necks stretching over the edge of the bed
and towards the window,
their tendons bulging.
They’re trying to catch the Moon with wide open mouths.
That’s when they seem beautiful.
When they’re beautiful.
When they’re perfect-bodied angels.
All tense and soft and happy.
That’s when their
black hair shines,
like dizzy crows
on the dewy fields of Cmurek.