hellbent

open your mouth
and say something too
i don't want to know much but
need to
hear you, or
else i will just tell you what you want.
give me something to put in
and, keep your smell on,
like you're still dressed,
like,

i'm hellbent, wired on
this movement this
cream this ownership
stapled down -

back behind
you, asking something
invasive -
so pushed, just
be forward, let it cross,
i know you're not looking
at my eyes
but you sound
serious

why does anger, fear
feel like lust? my breath itches.
i feel all drawn out, fueled in just
the right amount of guilt.
it hurts
a little bit. it's
good. in everything vivid
and virile, i'm, so ready, right
here, with all this enthusiasm. give
me some force back.
i want to make
a little gravity