The Lovers

I slap the Tarot card down,
He slaps my ass ... hard,
I grin,
He grins ... straight up, hardcore Lovers.

Outside the Moon shines hard,
Reflecting Sun light,
It pours down onto our faces,
Our bodies so distractingly clothed.

But where are we in this cosmos?
Where do these spirit covered meat sacks roam?
Does it matter?
Tonight, not so much ... they are Lovers, world transformed.

But no, STOP, listen, no, they are not The Lovers,
No, not yet ... imagination twisted,
Misused,
Sweet chocolate reality missed.

And he lays me down in my mind night after night,
He fucks my ass hard, fast ... slow, lovingly,
He fucks me, he fucks me, he fucks me,
But he isn't fucking me.

The Moon shines back the Sun's light,
A mimic of what should be,
A truth held back,
But oh his handsome face, his inner-truth.

What do I believe?
What do I believe should happen?
Who do I believe?
On this hard black surface I skate upon.

And I am offended,
I lie polite lies and say nay,
But I am offended,
Her pings full of smiles, awesomes, sweet attention.

I am the man you deny,
She is the reality you embrace,
And I suffer for it,
A Sun eclipsed.

Treat me as a Lover,
Show the same respect,
The same truth,
Give unto me so I many give unto you.