Better treatment

 It wasn't that long

when in moments of stress

and uselessness

you said their disgrace

was a place

where I don't belong

and still you could learn

from this golden miss.

And I remember,

and that's why I confess

I don't care if it's utopia

or but a taste of home

if I like your idea

of your mouth on my bare shoulder

or if it's bad

that freedom might be clad

with the sheets of a bed.

Might be small

like me 

and the mole near my breast

and still

I feel

it would be the best

next to what we have now,

and I'd say you'd agree.

08/11/2020