Grounded by the weight of the
Unresolved lust
Slow and heavy
Almost adolescent with irritated
Acceptance
Coiled and ready to bite
Spit and clutch until
The poison drains away
Never more alive than when
I lean into my hunger
Bend you over and make you gasp
Raw and impolite
As ever, gentle ferocity
And clumsy with release
I struggle to breathe with it
Aware and awake,
Sullen animal with your scent in my nostrils
And, baby girl, it’s driving me
Mad.
MB Blissett 