Cauterized

Your sexy fucking arms  
bulge against  
the duct tape.  
   
Sweat drips from your beard  
and your passivity finally  
levels the fuck up  
 
as you apologize,  
 
and I think this is the most  
you’ve turned me on  
in a hot minute.  
 
A drop of blood  
slides down the latex  
body suit  
stretched  
like black sun  
across my chest.  
 
My nipples chafe against  
the material.  
 
I check the coals  
on the brazier and  
lay the long,  
thin metal dowel  
along it  
until it glows  
dull red.  
 
Some sort of  
banal shit falls from  
your face as I turn slowly,  
no longer a pert angel  
ODing on Starbucks  
in a New Orleans  
airport;  
 
but a dark goddess  
hungry to balance  
the universe.  
 
(you’re my  
fucking  
universe)  
 
And I am  
not accepting  
prayers  
for mercy.  
 
My tongue sneaks out  
and touches  
my red lower lip,  
and my hair hangs  
in a wet braid  
down my  
 
strong  
back.  
   
After all,  
it takes some  
deltoids  
to shove a  
dull edge  
through  
sinew.  
 
Charred chest hair  
lingers like burnt popcorn,  
and I laugh a little,  
because after  
all of this bullshit  
I’m going to have  
to wash my hair  
so the smell doesn’t stick.  
 
But first.  
 
You.  
My universe.  
Need balance.  
 
More shit words  
drip down your  
chin  
as I make  
the same  
strong eye contact  
I do when I slide  
over your cock  
like a human condom  
 
and push it in  
with a grunt of exertion.  
 
I grind my crotch  
against your thigh,  
dry hump your pain,  
as your skin  
sizzles and breaks  
against me.  
 
It’s beautiful  
to see your white  
lips mime my name  
as hot agony rips  
your guts open  
 
It’s beautiful as  
I pull the dowel out  
and splash  
us in an arching  
spray of crimson  
as I flick my wrist
 
to get the  
chunks  
of viscera off,  
 
It’s beautiful to see  
understanding  
light up in your  
dimming eyes.
 
I kiss your cheek  
reverently  
 
and lay the rod  
back on  
the brazier.