bareback on my bed
his skin shines like river rock
encased like calcified stone
pluff mud and bergamot fill the air
says ive only ever been with one woman
I rub the rocks that have become him
that’s not a con for me I say
its ten o'clock he says
its late and his body is tired
he pleads for an earlier start, another day
uncertain as he's ever been
it sounds like backing out
so I offer him a way out
but he just lays there, paralyzed
so I relax my throat
and what I'm holding becomes three feet of rope
I can barely break the suction
my mind wonders, will I die this way
clear his naval with my thumb
rocks held together, stuck on, by muddy pond scum
frantically tugging on his flesh
he's simply unbothered by my mortal distress
vacuum sealed fungus tip
hoping for a low pressure water hose
blowing radiation out my nose
lackluster iridescent drip
like Juliet with poison on my lips
knowingly swallowing my last sip
bareback on my bed
his skin shines like river rock
encased like calcified stone
pluff mud and bergamot fill the air
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