Sexual Inundation

On stage I watched someone put clear packing tap on their arm, Rip it off, hold it up before the crowd so you could see all the dead skin, hair and oil smudges. And they proclaimed before the crowd, this is what happens when you are sexually active with someone that isn’t your husband or wife, you aren’t supposed to “cling” to another then be ripped away. When you try to “cling” again look what your bringing into the next relationship.

How bleach white the perfection of your towering throne. Your perfect perch to pronounce your proud proclamations. The edge of your words cutting my flesh. It only matters that your world makes sense. My world can shudder as your reality bends it to yours. There is no problem there. As long as you sleep with the comfort that you didn’t have to make any difficult concessions. Isn’t it so much easier when other people have to change to what you want?
You’re sullen emptiness begs for more than your solitude on your king’s chair. But hey, what’s right is right, and God Damn the rest.