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
Yes, I get it. I have conflated the meeting of hard cock and wet pussy with a beating heart. Wanting love, I try to penetrate deeper than I am long.