we are fetishists
proud weirdo's grasping at an elitist sexuality
Will you wear knee socks
or
let me choke you out
or
can you pin me from behind
strap this baby
on
In our city
no one does anything straight
if they do we scoff a little
and we stretch our truths letting our
freak
flag
fly
whorish hooray
we wash in this rivers cum
G spot in this vaginal Willamette
and I walk with my cock out
bathing in the awakening
knowing I own
this acute
clitoral
pain
and I wait to see
the blue crisp in your denim step
and feel the itch
the burn
the yearning to
ride
every cotton minute
and I hold onto this
blue
boy
idea
