Love in an Age of Enlightenment

I will hold your hair back from your face as
you throw up after too many shots in Malia,
I will steady you as you squat outside the club
to piss in the midnight Faliraki gutter,
I will stand in line at the late-night pharmacy
to get you the medication you need,
I will massage healing balm into your wounds
after the gratification of your Dom’s flagellation,
I will crouch to paint your toenails lurid red
before you go out to meet your married lover,
and I’ll be there to help when he dumps you
and when he goes back home to his wife,
I will stand and take the blows for you
when your pimp beats up on you,
I will support you into the uber and sponge
you clean after you’ve been gangbanged,
I’ll gently lick the cum from your eyes,
and I will be there to kiss your pussy
as you wake for
each new morning…

by Tristan Trotsky