I Demand that you Delay
for R. Kelly
(…) Yes, I reckon you’ll
Winter you’ll
best in the better fight
against
the Erasure of Pleasure
softly, humpily
demanding the delay
of a ritual
viewing *this Shit
remembers
the together we both
‘bout together
about the need to
grease
the Gears prepared
to Bout: to Mow
you down
flatly,
gangbanging
in your Facial
Space: blew till I bowed
in your bed
head banging
slanging
in my way
says it in *this
contagious say: steal
their Shit & jack
me off into the Dust
of a New Heaven:
is the extended
struggle
to beat-off
Winter
to beat-off never having
to say: “See that *Ass
over there—[?] That
is ‘such as it
are the is the One
that escaped” these
Lips want to enact
a Horror upon
horrors stacked onto
horrors in
the same way
how
I adore how
your
Body’s Hows
