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Wanting to point, push in, and puncture
And pierce him in parts unaccounted for
And excavate. Dig a heart out. Prune evidence.
His eyeball on my soul
Fixate; palm tree sways-
Outside Hollywood Hotel
A this feels good, a think
We fit, a difference.
Inference.
A crack my back.

His coldness heats the room.
Only white walls here,
Ocean waves in the elevator,
Big or little wine
He asks and the ahi must
Be done
Teetering
On stilettos he tastes like
Metal.

All I want is to peel him, hairless yes
And put my face in it. Here is the apple
From up his ass; here is where
The microchip rots; here
Are his spectacles gathering dust.

The relief comes when he asks
Again; the best
Is when he pleads with me;
A little girl, a pock faced geek;
He DOES need.

The rest is when I’m in the corner
His request, arms upward,
Smartest man in the world
And he tells me the wrong answer
Because he doesn’t want me
To see him
Wrong.

Under or on him, blades
Of grass, scorpion stung
I begin to feel black
Jewels at the bottom of mud
Dizzy dawn. There are no maps.

Deliciousness like this
It’s a fistfight wrapped in orgasm
It’s condescension without
Question we are equal.
It’s magnetic and gigantic
And it’s nothing at all.
There is fleeing.