There are naked men in my bed.
There are naked men in my head.
There are naked men to behold,
Naked men to withhold,
Men to unfold
and men to be sold.
Can't you see them?
Can't you breathe them?
Can't you feel them
Touching us
So tenderly?
They grace me,
Just as I wish,
they come
And they go,
Just as I please.
They do.
They,
The naked men in my bed,
Hold no power
over me.
No more power
Than the temples
Where they strive
To survive.
Oh, their temples!
I will always win
Against them,
Then and their
Paper skin.
And the page will turn.
And the screen will close
And so will my eyes,
To sleep
Empowered,
Fulfilled
And utterly alone.