There is an art separate of masturbation

There is an art separate of masturbation

Meaghan Williams

  There is an art separate of masturbation

        The words have no layer of flesh to feel

                the hands

             almost second-handedly wrapped

        around them tips of fingers

Around sensitive nerves

                tips of tongues

     The words I would use to describe a form

              of abstraction ride me

        The words enter me        howling

                doggy-style

        The words pump as if beaten by hormone

            natural process, deep into me

      The words work themselves into my body

        occasionally end up in my mouth

               And I choke on puns

        Confused as to whether I should blow

                or suck on analogies

               get caught in my windpipe

                  I swallow

        Choke on words creating suction, vacuum Ð

                These words aren't mine

        These words are only the description of a

                homologous structure

                And I am a vegetarian

                  I won't beat them

            They penetrate me the way

        I could never penetrate myself