penetration

to denude you
in a remissive fashion,
throw you onto my bed
and wait
until…
until the flame becomes erect
and presses.
devour the moistness from your skin,
embrace the palpitating frame,
and distort the posture in which you clutch onto my skin.

delude all of your illusions
to a sole moment,
a liberation
of thrusting agitation,
the release
of an
indescribable build up.

and when you agonize in pleasure,
and tear through my flesh
utilizing the knife that you sleep on,
you declare blatantly
who’s in charge.

still amalgamated,
bleeding on what will legally be your bed,
on what i thought was my skin,
i agonize in laughter
with trumpet sounds -
a whole
fucking
orchestra -
and you agonize in laughter too,
“silly, silly, only a knife can objectify”
and i said
only that knife has made me smile.

this was meant to be the end.