*

*


feeling twitchy again


image failing


mechanical hand wanderings
and ache for tongue to crevasse


liquid moment
jerking jarring
tilted back
slouching more


spread


sugarcane sweet
semen salty
on lip and brow
you mark me


brand
and tie
and bound to bed


capture-vated
by eye
and form
and spirit within


Ghost
fuck me
haunt my regions
make memory friend
and remember 
abandon


clink clit
heavy armour
tight wound
and pleasure
unweave


clench


fool
demeanour
from mouth: pour


from brim
topped


spilled.


-Matthew Koutzun


Because there is always a footnote to ourselves.