I saw you through holes
in writhing bodies
and I almost lost you as
you blurred into walls—
your skin the same beige
as the tiles. I remember
your freckle-speckled shoulders
curved downwards, angel wings
of sweat kissed your cheekbones,
and there was a moment when I thought
you’re too beautiful. Anxiety,
shedding skin and the spiderweb
tattoo on your elbow expanded and
contracted, as you jerked yourself off.
I dropped to my knees,
and I remember:
my head held roughly,
my throat flowering,
a mouthful of cum,
the hiss of steam,
or the medusa orgy, so still
as you slithered away.