FEED MY FANTASY

somewhere between propositions and executions
I still find time to dream
I've torn the sutures again
her head atop my cock eyes closed
red nail fingertips grips my hamstrings
plucking a tune as familiar as my own flesh
we become one below my knees
I can't read her claws from this viewpoint
but I saw the red mouths crying
but holding back bloodless at the moment of orgasm
opened across my thighs she smiles knowingly
some wounds never heal and these breathe like gills
hooked on trappings of flesh no room to lash out
I kill the light with another broken bottlekneck
wake in a puddle of last nights excess
hangover's don't have snooze buttons
but that's OK, see I'm late for work
tighten the belt, bite these clenched teeth
no time to eat, hunger is an inconvenience
if not a driving force

- Marvin Scott Marvin, 1994