Playmates

To me you are nothing,
But…

An object worth watching,
To toy and play,
And sometimes with skilful glee,
A desire to be fulfilled by the bay.

A thing to be explored,
An island of live flesh,
A quest to be won,
And then left alone to avoid the mess.

A stroke of lust,
And hunger,
An inn of brutal peace,
A companion to share a bunker.

All this,
I thought and smiled.

The next day, however,
The sky fell on my head.
When you said the same to me,
And left.