i bait the hook.oh!.so well

[aslant]

feh.

i spurn yearning:

i leave and i carry the rotten nectarine. i cradle its warmth like a sugar grenade, a detonator. it pulses. the warm waterballoon. explosivity. the lush threat.

like the heft of a breast. malicious as a gun. i carry the nectarine. i carry my heart in my hand.

i want to be broken into. i want the defenses overwhelmed. thrown against the wall [the bed]. i want to lose my crackerjacks in the tidal wave [i got a place in the pope's rubber robe]. i want it bad.

sex like a spade: the heart as a blade.