To Anal Sex (Koch Imitation)

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When I moved to New York,
I only saw you
late nights
On the computer screen,
alone.
I wanted you;
Got you again when I went home,
Lost you again when I came back.
You avoid the city.


Original:
We met on the futon,
Parents through the wall,
He passed a bottle,
Said, “Take it easy, slow.”
You were a pressure
On my heads,
Latex would fill
Premature and I would
Leave him filled yet unsatisfied.
I maintained a rhythm though
Awkward as it was
We enjoyed the changing positions
Before I changed positions.
When I moved to New York,
I did not see you
Except late nights
On the computer screen when
I was alone.
I wanted you;
Got you again when I went home,
Lost you again when I came back.
You avoid the city.



Version 2:
We met on the futon
When I was eighteen.
I heard his parents
Through the wall.
He passed a bottle,
Said, “take it easy, slow.”
Your sounds were quieter than
His parents’ voices.
Your smell, more poignant.
His parents’ voices
Conjure strawberries
And feces.
You overwhelmed
My heads every time,
Filled me with doubt that
Latex would fill
Premature; I would
Leave him filled yet unsatisfied.
I was done before I started.
I held it off despite you,
Maintained rhythmic thrusts though
Awkward as they were
We enjoyed the changing positions
Before I changed positions.
When I moved to New York,
I did not see you
Except late nights
On the computer screen when
I was alone.
I wanted you;
Got you again when I went home,
Lost you again when I came back.
You avoid the city.