JENNIFER YOU

LOVE IT I LIKE IT

they wax poetic about them

i slack rhetoric about the he

long fingers and wild rhythm wide-set eyes and hair defied in braids

dancing bopping enticing joints flowing a-fluid

lookin’ like gumby with grace

public obsession with antics

deduct from true gift of talent

he was a roark

he was a wayward priest from another nation

he was a jaco

a replication?

no in blank form

namaste HAH! he would screw the namaste

he funks to delirious

two crazed sparks igniting a sleeping libido

two wild hands gripping sensitive hips

ten tongue-flame fingers licking

O

licking the unmentionable

the O-touchable

the unforgettable

my hips raised my legs slack and spread

finger

tongue

knuckle

nipple

lip….

….lick….

….come come come

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come down phantasmal amphetamine

drown and feed

with nourish

with a vengeance

he slaps me                                                                                                   i laugh

with spite

i dare him                                                                                                      to do it

   again

he repeats his touching manner

rubbing against the zippers of faded levi’s

his hand over my face

calloused drummer palm

sealing nose and lip

splintered rough fingers

hard pressing against my temples

my hairline

struggle twist tear

such a scene

a public place

a sight i would have liked to see

another sleepless night dry-fucking on the D train

the beat more potent than the punch

bruise on my cheek

rip on my inner thigh

purple ring on his neck

rupture on his shoulder seam

a sight

quite a scene

a sight

O to be seen

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bottles of wine                                       of beer                            of kettle one

wrinkled handkerchiefs                                              weights laying askew

a kicked over tripod                                                                                        broken lens

this fine fine offense

this mine mine sequence

splitting shattering friction

skin reddening shredding skin

frontal backwards inverted converted

O humverted YES cuntverted OH humpverted YES                 YES                 YES

YES POSITIVE YES POSITIVE the TEST

positive

for him

not me

so i keep on going

and

going

and

going

and

it will happen

again

and

again

and

again

and

(fuck it!)

again.

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