what the sight and sound
scent of you feeds
the absence of it
done as much from consideration
i mean
you’re into the idea of it
but life is abrasive
it wears you down
but i am wired
built around
upon a foundation of wild appetite
not furtive but i sit with it
the release i seek
pin you down
tear you to throbbing pieces
with the unadulterated force of it
but you are safe
the washes of day keep my actions
clean as a priest’s hands
but the night will come
and i will, not reach,
but
take
MB Blissett 