I wrote this for QueErotica poetry that happened last at the Edmonia Lewis Center for Women and Transgendered (in Oberlin for those not there or associated). First I should say that the ELC is an AMAZING space to critically think about queerness, identification, education, gender politics, and etc. I was sitting in DeCafe...and wrote this on a napkin, at six pm. I would like to say that I did in fact keep the napkin. I'm still trying to work on a Title for this piece...so far I'm thinking 'Making 'Love' To Gunshots.' Please let me know what you think/what you'd suggest...
Girl I wanna have straight SEX with you
I wanna Fuck you till your eyes bleed
And your hands go numb by the sound of my voice.
Cause You see
Girl I wanna have straight SEX with you
So that I can look down at you
With my dick in my hand
And nothing but redemption in my voice.
Nah how about
Girl I wanna have straight SEX with you
The kind where you’d find
Heaven and Earth blend together
So that our Middle Earth erupts
To the sounds of trumpets and gunshots.
Because while our battle for who's gonna stay on top
Starts in the bedroom
Our war explodes out into the streets
Like the hot sticky part of you
You pretend to save for me.
With eyes slammed shut to the reverberations
Of my ooos and your aaaahs
They morph emphatically into
BOOMS and
AAAHs run fast from the place as they throw…
Grenades through our windows.
Because I decided to take a chance and love you as I am
And you with you ass up in my face
You glance back at me not only with a look
Of UR-GEN-CCCY that tells me to
FUCK. YOU. FASTER
But I know you took me as you were…
Laid out and pointing North to the Promise land.
Cause having straight Sex with you girl is more
About the need to fuck up your insides as much as you
Squeezed my heart
Cause you knew I secretly loved it.
Banging on the walls from Sundown to Sun up so loud
We can’t decipher the noise as they
Beat down the door and shot “Come out”
And you scream
As you wrap your legs around my back
Like you were the snake and I so happened
To be the tree that bore Original Sin
And I told you to eat that forbidden fruit.
Eat it up with your face, your hands, your soul
And let the juices roll off your tongue
And drip down into the ground
So that like the rain flowers start to bloom.
Cause having straight SEX with you
Is almost like trying to find a home
Buried underneath rubble and I
Stumble and bruise my hands on the crooked rocks and the
lines of your body.
Cause if having straight Sex with you girl means
I have to cut my feet and tear my clothes
Cause if
having straight Sex with you girl means
Trying to run over rocks and broken Malitof cocktails and chain fences….
I would have straight Sex with you till I passed out naked
Still wrapped around your fingertips
I wanna Fuck you till your eyes bleed
And your hands go numb by the sound of my voice.
Cause You see
Girl I wanna have straight SEX with you
So that I can look down at you
With my dick in my hand
And nothing but redemption in my voice.
Nah how about
Girl I wanna have straight SEX with you
The kind where you’d find
Heaven and Earth blend together
So that our Middle Earth erupts
To the sounds of trumpets and gunshots.
Because while our battle for who's gonna stay on top
Starts in the bedroom
Our war explodes out into the streets
Like the hot sticky part of you
You pretend to save for me.
With eyes slammed shut to the reverberations
Of my ooos and your aaaahs
They morph emphatically into
BOOMS and
AAAHs run fast from the place as they throw…
Grenades through our windows.
Because I decided to take a chance and love you as I am
And you with you ass up in my face
You glance back at me not only with a look
Of UR-GEN-CCCY that tells me to
FUCK. YOU. FASTER
But I know you took me as you were…
Laid out and pointing North to the Promise land.
Cause having straight Sex with you girl is more
About the need to fuck up your insides as much as you
Squeezed my heart
Cause you knew I secretly loved it.
Banging on the walls from Sundown to Sun up so loud
We can’t decipher the noise as they
Beat down the door and shot “Come out”
And you scream
As you wrap your legs around my back
Like you were the snake and I so happened
To be the tree that bore Original Sin
And I told you to eat that forbidden fruit.
Eat it up with your face, your hands, your soul
And let the juices roll off your tongue
And drip down into the ground
So that like the rain flowers start to bloom.
Cause having straight SEX with you
Is almost like trying to find a home
Buried underneath rubble and I
Stumble and bruise my hands on the crooked rocks and the
lines of your body.
Cause if having straight Sex with you girl means
I have to cut my feet and tear my clothes
Cause if
having straight Sex with you girl means
Trying to run over rocks and broken Malitof cocktails and chain fences….
I would have straight Sex with you till I passed out naked
Still wrapped around your fingertips
I FUCKING LOVE THIS POEM, HAYDEE. Last three stanzas, especially. If you performed this poem in front of an audience, you would break some people. Myself included.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahaha.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It turns out that I may have already started when I read it out loud for the reading and surprisingly enough Chloe wanted a copy of it. However...I think I'm still unclear as to what you mean by 'break'.Lol
I don't know you, and I haven't read any of your other writings... but I really like this poem. It touched me... it reminded me of times past. Thank you. Keep at it.
ReplyDeleteThanks 1.61.80.33.99...(that was kinda awkward to write I'm sorry)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it meant something for you...even if it was for all of two minutes. Be well.