Love: A Poem In Four Parts

1.

I met Paul when I was newly
12--he had turned 19 that
frigid December.

My mother paid him
5 dollars an hour to
watch me--

undress.

 2.

“This is the way 2
guys show their
love…doesn’t
that feel good?”

“Yes.”

 
 3.

When I was 15 –
I told my psychiatrist how Paul
had made me feel, and that the                                  
 girl I fingered in the backseat 
 couldn't make me –

cum .
 
 
 4.

“I’ve really missed you
Paul.”