Room With A View

He likes the room with the mirrors
so he can watch the feelings
see the pains and pleasures of it
stare softly at the squealings

He gazes at himself as he moves
his muscles tensing, his facial expressions
carefully studies and talks to me
tells me things, like giving lessons

His eyes meander quite patiently
stares at my voice, tries to capture
my eyes rolling up just before closing
mouth falling open in rapture

He's there behind but in front
to catch the sound with his eyes
at the moment he comes, he turns away
lets his head fall back and cries

for having seen the prelude of it then
what its depth of approach has been
ascending above into the skies

the power of his given pleasure and pain descend
he must close his eyes,

unable to tolerate to watch the end.
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