YET READY

When next we fuck
by which I mean
if we fuck again
by which I mean
if we ever do fuck,
you’ll be bent over
and I’ll insist that you shout out
“I am fucking Jon Berger!”
with every mighty thrust.
You might change it up
occasionally
with “The Jon Berger,”
that’s up to you.

You’ll be wearing the collar
and I’ll be wearing the gas mask
and ankle cuffs
and three condoms
since my little guys are so squirmy
and neither of us
are yet ready
for that level of commitment.

When next we fuck,
I’ll forgo payment
– just that once –
because it’ll seem so meaningful to you
and you’ll cry tears of joy
and affection
and maybe a little bit of shame
since you know that the NEXT time,
my rates
may have gone up
exponentially.

It’ll be special
the next time we fuck:
magical
unbelievable
– though I believe it’ll happen
of course.
I have faith;
if not me: who?