My black-eyed lover broke my back,
that hinge I swung on in and out
and never once thought twice about,
expecting a lifetime guarantee.
He snapped that simple hinge for me.
My black-eyed lover broke my back.
All delicate with touch and praise
he one by one undid the screws
that held the pin inside its cup
and when I toppled like a door
–his bitch, his bountiful, his whore–
he did not stay to lift me up.
Beware of black-eyed lovers. Some
who tease to see you all undone,
who taste and take you in the game
will later trample on your spine
as if they never called you mine,