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the winter ploughing that comes before spring

by Gira Bryant

I 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 © 2024 Gira Bryant

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/07/08 at 08:27 PM

such a raw poem.... very well done!

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