Politician (a poem)

Politician

You only want me
for my indecency

and all the things
I could do to you.

Such sweet, talking
fucking meat.

But know this: I can
take you or leave you

but I don’t leave you,
now do I, my love?

More than anything
I fear the fondness

attached to all my
imagined encounters.

So I let you rain
your lies upon me

Collecting pools in
my hands, like milk.

You have made
filth my only friend.