poem: kicking guilt

Will you not fuck me?
thou hast an uncanny hand
draws blood nearer
mind dearer
than any woman.

Enter the slit- beware.

Long corridors of elsewhere.


Will you not fuck me?
my self worth is tied by a string
to your groin
I tug at the pleasure point
sitting icy cold
I am alone.

Will you not suck on my neck?
my flesh red, white and blue
 a madness come true
like any insecure thing
my open book is due.

Mirror is my magic
and my pain.
Lost, insane.

Pay attention to these hips, these breasts, these lips that make men sing
I am alone.

Let you hear my weeps
how many can be lost to the war of self refute
jaw-dropped you beaut.

Cool Girl, Hot Girl, blessed with feral flesh.