Approaching the body through metaphor
every trans person is a poet
I lick that forest between your thighs
hold that hungry, compact cock of yours between the edges of my teeth
.
I only fuck people who need turns of phrase to
guide me across their skin
a big clit
a pussy, just, not there, a lil' ways back...
Why would i not crack myself open before someone whose tangible essence unfolds in mystical expanse
yes, you need me to glide my hand across a smooth chest yes
yes understand mountains as flatlands meaning yes bring
the heavens down to earth meaning oh god you need me
to receive revelation yes yes
I don't fuck anything without a 4th dimension now
I don't hold nipples that don't hold a sous entendu
I don't tongue a body without a scar
I don't lick a pussy
that doesn't both
stretch as high as the cat tails of the south
and nestle deeply between the hills of the promised land like the Valley of Tears
I don't fuck a body
that doesn't know itself
as a metaphor
Once I got to taste
fucking a poem
I mean
good...god