the razor's edge

 
his hands swarmed over my body,
bending me and opening me in a moment,
there was a split in my cochlear anatomy,
thrusting in my wet head – elegance,

thy sovereign, spacious head; sharpened
by muses jocund jovial in their truce as all music bred,
creative flow embeds theirs in luring noises of passion,

I felt him let it go, like his cock
was beating my teeth and washing me
in the spiny knobs of fucking

its hard to change the speed of light,
and so the razor's edge.