96/12/01
beetle

what else
would you want from me?

but to lay supine
susceptible to moans
and tears
worshipping the ceiling
spread open like a wound
a peanut butter sandwich
helpless like a bug
with flaying legs kicking
and breasts flat

would you want anything else
but to crank me like a nutcracker
hold my limbs and press down
and in
how more powerful can you feel

while you perform your victory dance
on my stomach
struuting like a leopard on the plain
like a king on a mountain
your jewels in my vault
i'm on fire

i'm so tiny

so open

so vulnerable
so full
so full with you
in my...
all over me
me open to you...

on my back.