Hero

i shall prepare a skin for you
package of flesh to meet your flesh

in this space we needn’t speak of love
in a darkened room i ask not for forever
but for your face between my legs

my body aches to be taken
somewhere far away and hidden
to distant times and places
at the table where you feast hungrily

you needn’t lift a finger
ask of me what you will
i am yours to command

no prop is too great
no scene too outlandish
the friction of our bodies
shall create novels

your voice fingers
the dripping cunt of my brain
the drugs cause a tightness in my head
a clarity sharp and hot
it feels real
it feels like you to me

i want you inside every orifice
sucking you in and holding you there
till the sky turns black
and the stars fade into nothingness

all this
all of me
i need you to own

let me gorge upon you
your hot breath at the glass of my neck
my tits are pages yearning to be read
nipples form bold-faced shivering words
that pucker for the braille of your hands

splay me open for your pleasure
for there is power in a man
who makes a woman want to be a whore

on your back
turned away from me
i’ll make you a hero