The Sow

Hey, there, pig…
Don’t you wanna play?
Ripe in another aspect,
Pressure from the bondage.
Undiscovered and bound,
Unfulfilled and unfound.

Zippered lips and leather legs,
Beaten whips and dilated,
Can’t this stress simmer down?
I want to be lead away,
An enema with a needle,
Toward the sharpness,
Away from the faded.

Force the bearings down,
Be fruitful and multiply,
Fuck and fuck and fuck it again.
Tremble, the chill wills it,
Ache, pain is only temporary.
Substitute my love for indifference.

The undergrowth is among this climax,
Vines spiral out, opening and flowering.
Fuck me loud.
Snake bites and venom blood,
Fangs and stings and butterfly wings.
Hairy legs and rape fantasies,
Hard nights full of wisdom.
Arousal is a niche,
Freedom is a privilege.

This is the ecstasy,
This is the removal,
This is the ejaculate,
This is satisfaction and exhaustion.
This is the fuck,
This is the shit, the piss,
The vomit, the fetus of realization,
Growing with divulgement.
This is totality,
This is sobriety.
Bow down, pig.
Take it all the way in.