Strum *collaboration with JohnFeddeler

I came down vociferously with all the elegance of an untuned six string wound twice too tight on plastic pegs
Engulfed in swatches of sodden covers palpitating with a certain correspondence to the pink buds concluding my breasts
It's only fair that I'm left lonesome in a snowstorm- cold bitch that I am

I concluded from now on I'd elect to self-pleasure, but my doctrine doesn't allow for it
Anyway, it would be so much less fun to tie myself up and bruise my own skin
It was only a fugitive thought brought on by the way he leaves after he's pleasured
But I know of his other obligations
I never thought I'd lust to be that other obligation

I transcribe myself into my poem
just as an artist incurs the smell
of his spirit into his painting
because I am of reason here
and I am exquisite