Someone Else

I need to walk away.
I know I can not stay.
I swear I’d love to play
with someone else.
Right here below the stairs.
So fast a zipper tears.
Conducting my affairs
with someone else.
Lord knows…
Lord knows I want to.
I feel my heart rate change.
Instead of feeling strange,
the beats move back in range
of someone else.
My egg shell cracks a bit.
Ray shielding takes a hit.
I feel the benefit
of someone else.
Break down.
Lord knows I need to.
I’ll only take a sip.
One little taste.
It’s just a minor shift,
then back in place.
Just under there,
beneath the waxy glare,
you’ll scream and pull my hair
as someone else.
A fragile change of plan.
I know you understand
this shatterproof demand
for someone else.
Strip down.
Lord knows you want to.