Jackin the Box

....Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack keeps pounding that candle stick

just a frigid loss
the tinker toy toss
who wanders so blind
once lover, now boss

the flesh in bondage of remorse
the boy who found passion
mirrored by lust
touches only himself
for the shallow lost shadows
who had ribbons for his heart
now sewn in perverse locks

nights slip away
in that oil drenched shine
chemical Vaseline
sweat washes away the sex
his fantasy sublime

the boy once clean
now tainted and dry
feels as though those
who would caress 
his sad poisoned skin
would wither away
and never again

his own lover forever
with a cracked heart and smile
touching himself
in that dirty old mirror
within self built ecstasy
always will he be.

and longing.