made

look at you go
lickedy split atop me on slat platform
a bed of nails
five hundred pricks,
lift my chinny chin chin
with your open toed pointy painted tootsies
readjust my cod piece
gentle with the stemmed stalk
your thorn spotted twins
peduncle perfect splitting night and haze
taint, spice coming under spells
hold my face below
scratch between my blades, again
that naked switch
to match your azure sulfur head start,
that aqua-fire you juice me with
delights me
will have me clutching all this muffled night

I beg, exhaust yourself on room service
before laying me down for serious grunt
throttle posture,
make me beg for air
bitch till you remount
make me,
award me slaps
forbid me laugh

all the bruising is established
it’s difficult to bend
we kill the candles with faint puffs
of whisky breath then quickly spin
our heads
to see the light fade from the jagged ceiling
from which bits of sponge hang like forgotten scab,
no glow there, just like the dark symbolic pain
tainting my thighs
nothing there
no laugh, but
desire to experience again certain parts of us