even when I top I bottom

I fulsome with gifts you have to fuck

out of me  name tame and make me

your pet   don’t think I’ll work for it  

from the bottom I top   I moan you

into giving me exactly what I wan’t

and I wan’t baby oh yes I wan’t—

that strap is so big so deliciously dicky

may as well have a brain at the tip

the way its tapping all the right spots

ticking every one of my boxes check check

I’m not waiting to cum so don’t ask

just keep steady baby—go on push me

we’re so  so very close—

left of my mind

I sit beneath the right hand of god

at Jesus’ feet like a cat only pretending

at humbleness    still given to devotion I purr

and move between his ankles

begging for any hint of affection

Men being men   god the father and Jesus

talk over me and I steal secrets like a slave

thinking bout burning the house down

Jesus bends to stroke his hand along my spine

and his fire is there

shut up in my bones

now you see me hissing and shouting

like a thing possessed and I am

a prophet struggling to transmute

the power of the lord

into something bite sized and sweet

so that you too might eat

typa man who thinks he’s in love

after one good fuck and is

all over town with anyone sweet enough

to smile and say I need you—

still   let him sing your praises for a night—

spread and let him drink till his thirst

governs your body    let him tease you apart—

no use now in being held together—

come undone then let him beg to be inside you

like it’s his first time after a million first times  

accept him   not so you might end his suffering

but because it fills your need   makes your body

the body of christ   his only salvation from the will

of the flesh    be anointed by the fusion of sweat

and know its you who is holy    your lust the cleansing fire  

the abolition of hell on earth    let him thank you  

let him kiss your feet   and sweetly pray in your name  

amen