So in my other life, I’m a poem of great renown (see: struggling, broke, and just slightly less than totally anonymous). I write poetry that pretty much revolves around the same themes as my fiction here does, so there’s a decent degree of overlap. Today I wrote this poem which kind of unites both worlds. Viscerally. I hope. Also, there’s audio. So you get to hear my voice. Exciting, non?
Mistakes were made in the making
of the moment, when I didn’t ask
and you let it happen. As if a tongue
in your ass is some big fucking deal,
dude, admit, it felt good. I am good
at that shit. Still, I could have asked
before you came with your hole
clenched down against my tongue
like a drowning man to a raft
made of awesome. Courtesy is elusive
when you’re that hard. And you tasted
like sweetness and musk and volition.