arrivals

You fuck like London

She fucks like Paris

I fuck like a lover

another

eviction noted on the door

sore;

far more

into

nothing and 

out of

everything.

Sex me up like a rag doll

and 

pour your insides onto my skin

to

test

my pressed

arrest

and mark it on your excel spreadsheet

document

full of permanent

beliefs

and 

fleeting

facts.

Silence your qualms

and give me all of you

in my palms

balm

and 

charm

to undo the harms

done

and undone

against my 

definition

of 

orgasmic.

Ask me about it.

I'll point to my stencil of you

and make you cry