Grass

sex on the grass is sex on the unknown:

worms and roaches, pitter-patter of
rats' feet on your back
you think it's the tingling of
ecstasy―

it's rodents and insects!

grass is wild,
grass is unclean,
grass is impenetrable.

sex on the grass is sex for the deviant and depraved:

can you feel the pain of the glass digging
into your flesh as my body presses
yours into the damp earth
and shattered empty
green bottles?

garbage, filth, refuse...

but you don't.

blood and sweat and liquids
seep out of our bodies and onto
blades of grass that cut like knives,
making sacrifice out of us for the world―

saturated by our passions!

we are unclean and history and forward-thinking:

where we lie, others lied before us,
from Caesar to the wretched of the Earth,
fucking, scraping, loving, dying, digging fingers into dampness,

so clutch the same soil and know that the bed you have,
is the bed that has you and has had others,
for grass is unfaithful,

you use but you also make,
and where you make love on top of others' love,
more will make love on top of yours.

Heritage.