Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I like the word fuck because of its implications
Fast, sweaty, hard
But also because of the release 
From my mouth and brain
Like a spoken orgasm
Fuck me
it pierces and vibrates
with a concupiscent staccato
it cuts two ways

a sword with no hilt
i overused it once
in callow exuberance

i hope my children
learn to curse fluently
in their mothers tongue

your pixelated breasts
the sweat on my pillow
my fantasy is

only to reach through
the screen to
grasp inside you

and the only word
that will do

as i peel cockles
off the wharf
someday too
the marrow will run dry

from your chalky bones
and pool around your
ankles as grey matter
leaks out your ears
in an encephalitic ooze

i decipher
the voluptuous braille
of your spine's topography
a dream
where i bathe in all
your scented parts

the ocean between us
 i won't




me       clean