Moving On

I can taste your breath
deep in my throat
like the furry consciousness
that I just evicted.
Don’t worry, it’s not bitter like it should be.
I’m just not used to it,
yet.  But I’m sure it won’t take long
for me to accept your lingering smell
that I might be allergic to.
I think it’s a phase.

I think it’s a phase,
a transitional period in my mind
from being straight
to accepting the fact
that I may be gay.

Don’t take into consideration
that you haven’t kissed my mouth,
or that we haven’t fucked
in the doorway of your house
on the floor with the door open,
leaving your love for everyone to see.

Don’t think about those times
when I wasn’t there
and you were alone.
I told you I was over a friend’s house
and he backed me up.

Just accept the fact
that your brother is better
than you probably would’ve been.
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