the word pussy
appropriates art and penetrates love
fucks with men
who fuck with her back

the eternal search
of a hopeless romantic
who confuses cock for love

devouring every inch
until the haze of night
becomes the dawn of shame

this is not the man i love –is there such a thing?
romanticism of a theory drips down my thighs
eradicated breath makes way to my panting whimpering mess
codification of  emotion becomes my perversion