Bird Cage
While you lie there dreaming, my eyes sweep the span of your face
I imagine being blindfolded
And having a plethora of men in a horizontal line before me
Touching each one of their faces
Hands converge with anonymous flesh
Sculpting & tracing each feature with my fingers
Would I know which one is you?
I’d seek to physically recall the dinosaur shape of your nose
The precise distance from hair line to eyebrow
The wicked clown bow of your upper lip
The litheness of your ear lobes
The mole erratically mapped on the nape of your neck
I marvel at the thought of identifying you, getting it right
For, in the darkness, you could be anyone
This kind of game I play in my head
What does it justify? Verify?
Does it authenticate my closeness to you?
Endorse my feelings?
Sanction my possession?
While you lie there & dreams feed your head
I imagine standing in a horizontal line before you
Your hands collide with my face
Feels for a minute
My lip links itself to your finger
Trepidation whets my features
As you pass me right up
Evoke
The primal images flash for hours in the dark behind my
eyelids
A scriptless love story where you consent to my most acute
state of lechery
Where you express yourself inside my body
Where you fuck me like a chainsaw
My shadow pours itself onto you & my tongue snatches
your own
I’ll drink you like bitter wine
Imbibe every sound
Because men do make noise when they fuck
A symptom of their worship
Fuck me like a chainsaw
Collide into my body & purge this facade of platonic
disposition
We’ll be electric
We’ll cause static
You & I with our under-the-cover strategies
I’ll take a drag of you like the most pungent of herbs
Inhale every breath
Because men do make noise when they fuck
A symptom of their worship
Fuck me like a chainsaw
Surge & gush & cascade into my body
We’re so electric
We cause static
You & I and our leftover bruises & decayed manners
I’ll eat you in mouthfuls like the last of my rations
Consume every ounce
Because men do make noise when they fuck
A symptom of their worship
The carnal episodes play for weeks in the dark behind my
eyelids
A scriptless love story where you succumb to my most severe
state of obsession
Where you graze the texture of my insides
Where you fuck me like a chainsaw
Where with your ardor, you dilute me
