the winter ploughing that comes before spring by Gira BryantI feel myself changing as I fuck you.
I feel myself changing
as you open to me
and I open to you
and I ride you there
hard, driving myself
upon the field of your flesh
The need to hurt you
becomes less acute
less pressing, as you
take me so willingly
so pliant so wantonly
my sweet wanton boy
I change and what I want
changes and what I
want from you changes
and it all whirls
together until there
is no need to hide
or demand or take roughly
and in this new field
I lay curled and naked
as I have never been
naked, as a child, never
been naked, no not
even as a woman
driving desire home into
you, into the pillow
of your flesh over
and over taking wanting
bare, with you
you love me
whole
wholly
it is exquisite agony
you plant so deep
so deep within me
until we burst together
flying leaps off
cliffs into
the raw nakedness of
our own beings
together
01/07/2008 Posted on 01/07/2008 Copyright © 2025 Gira Bryant
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