Gamely Transaction

The aftershock hits me

like the aroma of newly

lit cigarettes floating from

floor to floor | room to room

acting like the passenger

of these oxidizing air vents.

 

You laugh because fear radiates

from your skin, because your nerves

are tangled and your body no

longer knows what down feels like.

 

You laugh because I bit

your n****e a little; because I

scratched a map of San Francisco

in your back. You laugh as I go

down between your thighs; as I spread

your legs | lips superultramega wide;

as I dash my tongue side to side.

 

You laugh. You f*****g laugh.

 

You mock me. Postmark me

as your virgin s**t in letters you

broadcast for all not to see.

You draw my name in pig’s blood.

Skin me. Drain me. Chop me. Serve

me for dinner with fresh fruit on top

and I halt not what I see, what I feel.

This is merely a transaction and

games must be played.

 

Freeze tag is the world’s

new essential and I’ve been

tagged. So I pause. Relay.

Watch you climb over me.

Will this, this this of actions and

precedence, manifest as another

battle or will teeth sink, fingers

engage, and tongues lock as we

sacrifice ourselves for complete

satisfaction?

 

The trouble is, I am not a judge.

I do not believe in civil morality

just this physical science of

women f*****g each other

and this is where you hold me

close; where you sweat; where

you collapse into whatever bliss

may come from this new found

freedom. 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

this is likely the most vicious thing ive read on here. as far as feeling the energy (of yours I imagine) seeping through the pace/attitude/say of the piece. It is also a C Boylan said, flawless.;) the set up of each sound and meaning with words built with an aura of perfect construction. hard hitting. the this this this sequence an example of this.

[Raef C. Boylan]

full stop/
"period"
at the end
of first stanza?

yeah
it's real
and flicks from
raw to light
and back again
like tongues
............
wagging
haha

i cannot tell
if it is a happy
or sad poem
seems pissed off
and yet
it's like the angry bits
could be the narrator
fooling around

hmm

seriously
high quality
going on here
i don't really know
what to say
except damn my bladder
i could have tripled
better points
on that last review

tsk tsk
the shallow youths
of today

you know i'm kidding, right?

and i'm loving this piece

[Raef C. Boylan]

your
author's notes
f**k with my mind
yo

this is both
good and
flawless
in tidiness
if you get me

'tis pleasing
to [be]hold
like the slender
curves
of a beloved

be back
in a mo
gotta take a piss