I'm in a little poetry pocket
that gap where you juice the fruits of creativity
observing the ones other than you
they think contrary but are bidden so otherwise
Coupling seems rather cyclical
Random people, random moments
but somehow syncronized
to reach just that spot where and how
they Click"
it's a wonder our species procreates at all!
that scratchy part where you link gutteral
at the inside of your throat
has a tickle.
takes my honey as if I authorise it
when they do it just like that
annoying little fuckers ought to know their place
I made you
I am your master
obey me.
what if they still spoke to you like that?
it would be really awkward indeed.