COCK TO PUSS

I’m tearing off your tendrils
these Slithering ropes
of cold encroaching flesh
coiled
sucking

Around the body
of who I am

I tear at these tendrils
with the hooks
of my own hands

Piercing salty flesh that won’t give up
I pull at them with all my strength

To liberate my heart
from the stone grip
of their incidental intent
Because I never planned on this

Your arms are not my home
so I can not
must not
Will not
fail

But I do