on my arched back
lie the consequences and trajectories
of branding myself a slut
before anyone else leaks my body.
i fuck freely and (don’t) trigger
(can’t)
(won’t)
the islands i crash.
i fuck by consensual invitation
parting pussies with red polished fingernails
& greeting dicks inside a thankful mouth
& all parties musically moaning until we make monsoons.
in the present tense
we execute the fucks of the century
molding them into memories for future masturbatory assistance.
my back carries no hesitation
bears no cross
shimmies with the joy of cumming
& never complains about conjoined lips offering explicit amens
in pornographic solitude.
