The Guest کے بول

come right in, let me take your coat for you. can i get you a drink or put your feet on the sofa? we make polite conversation, my lover, the guest and i. and at a glance he looks like newman circa '45. i squeeze my lover's hand and try to understand how we ever got here. i love you. he is for you. sound the alarms. he's got his arms around you. i want out. now he's got his mouth all over you. in the bedroom i had especially cleaned he leaves a layer of grim we'll never scrub clean. joints on joints. this hans bellmer throbs. i hide from his glances and i fend off his advances. the video clicks on in the front room, did i set the channel to bbc 2? i let the guest come, now make him go. i let the guest come, now make him go. i let the guest come, now make him go. i let the guest come, now make him go. make him go.