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