Giving In

Warm submerged
saturations

intricately deluged
interrogations

I ask the questions
here:

Point
pinpoint
placements
where the pain
begins
and the satisfaction
starts.

Finger rake
cool clots
each drags
sensation
chalkboard
chalk full
chalk block
dripping
dribble
drams
and lines
of lines
of lines
that licked
mark tongue
for more
and further
knowing.

Yes, crown!
Yes, foundation!
Yes, the field
fertility
the rites
the lessons
made on sheets,
and the crumpled
cupping
coupled
canister,
the hand,
gripped
and swollen,
squeezed into
a wadded
sign,
she knows
and love
is a kiss
that rams
its self
down the throat
of disparagement.

"Fucking take that,
Self-hatred,"
she groans.

"Do it some more
and tell me
that you love me."

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