I am all turns, my feet, my transport
are ready to leave, pointing to the exit,
but my torso bends to you, not basking
in the light but giving it back, a sacrifice to you.
You take my attention, hold my male gaze.
I watch you feed but you do not grow.
In fact I’ve never seen you grow in all these years
even though you smack your lips with mine,
Go down, go down, go down, you say,
I cannot be at your height, I stoop
lick, taste, feel my gut lurch as reply;
all this before I touch your unmoving form,
are you here now to see your victory?
Did you always know I’m a creature of defeat?