“ Your Desire, My Own “
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynnyou are frank,
you’re honest with me,
you tell me things without a care for my feelings;
yet everything you say is as sweet a lick while it slaps,
each blunt demand and statement hungry as it plunders;and in this way, I know your lust,
as surely as the flame and cinder that burns my fingertips,
I know that you wrap and flicker around me,
offering pain only as proof of your desire,
fact of your need to consume and leave your lover
burning down to ash.you could stop yourself,
yet, the colder you’d be and the more distant we would grow–
instead, you move in mysterious circles,
waves approaching and receding,
each advance selfish and rough,
each retreat meant to leave me raw and stinging,
my flesh ringing for more.you rough me up,
leaving bruises, bites, chafed skin as evidence,
love marks that throb with a dull, sweet ache,
as cool air from the real world
brushes over depressions and blood
taut beneath my surface,
under the shocked and disturbed
touch of strangers’ gazes among society;you are the stench of badness, wrongness,
sweet terribleness as black as lovers’ nights;
I want your smell upon me,
oozing from my every pore,
your bites spilling secret secretions of your lust–all this from you, your domination, my victimhood,
makes me sure of your desire and free to revel in it –
my pleasure is your pleasure,
magnified through my erotic looking glass,
your moans the prompt for my own,
your cursing, your anger, your monstrous ego
delving, invading, drowning within my body,
across and down deep into my soul,
to tangle its tense and throbbing fingers
in my gut, my womb, my being,
to dredge the pearls of my licentiousness out,
treasures yours and mine gleaming with
all my loose and sluttish triumph,
as we paint our bodies slick with the juices ...so I will echo crudely, rudely
every noise and urge of yours–
driven then, by your own ploughing,
to violate you in return,
to roll in the mud of your desire,
and gnash upon the working canvas
of your flesh, my own,
roiling on your sheets,under your control, never yours,
always conquering, to be conquered,
always struggling, always losing,
winning ever under your lips, your teeth,
your desire, my own.