green, green wings of the berry bird born with seven bones deformed ceases rotation of it's swollen neck (in order to) burst its brains in compulsive defect picking at the stimulated seed so deep far in the winter ripened soil tears spit sweat . sex drug breath . contact surrender control.. god doesn't understand me, he delves vulnerability out of me in spurratic eqations the abusive father of scientists. the side case to the ultimate experiment novels and poetry about astrological star signs and compatibility point their dicks in narrowed analysis fatalistically deformed into angelicritique self drawn awareness arms suck smoke from my throat and wrap my teeth around the fingernail's dirt ditch containing the remainder of hospitalized skin cells and heels above my head females like me get off to his rawNasty smells as if i should feel guilty for knowing how to arouse my body or even feel guilty for enjoying someone who's learning how to please me properly. so slow: the slowness of slow slowed in hard thrusting joint strained knuckles and tight palms unarm me. disassemble me and my puerile pieces of ankles chins and wrists. all is over, all is over at the 20 minute to midnight kiss.
And by the way:
what does insect sex smell like? pathetically swimming in the beige flood of evening butterflies performing the hunt- and-seize ritual, beautiful nocturnal air bugs smoking exfoliated lines of light drawn to the warmth of my cunt moaning ejaculation in visual gas molecules of fly sperm wiggling on my tongue tastes like maggots and cum. like butter and gum. 3 doses of sugar coated sperm! .....yuck or yum?
does he get it?
it depends on what color my rollerblades are.
as we skate down the sand my hands will twist your midnight blue shirt around my thumbs would you let me cut off my tongue?
what about caterpillars and the soft sensation of the process before maturation do green legs and fuzzy heads intimidate you?