cut

I’m cutting it into the hardwood floor
The only thing I knew how to do
Hurt Hurt
Make it absent
No body here

Where is my support?
Where are my tools?

Keep cutting a straight line
No ruler
Only leave a slight scar
I know how its done

Slow down
You can do this
Right
Without destroying
Your hands
Your art
And the floor

will

I want to be in the autoerotic
I will not touch you in order to set off some cascade of fireworks and minefields
I will touch you slowly, gently, with love
I want to know my own skin
I will not isolate myself into fantasies
I will find pleasures I haven’t been able to access
Never again will I endure your touch
Never again will I hope that you can know what I need
Never again will I cross your lines and leave you for dead
And one day we will touch
I will know your skin with a tenderness reserved for my own
I will listen to what brings your pleasure
I will ask for what I need
Our lines will meet with trust and honesty
And the friction between us will give off sparks of life not death
We will no longer grope around half awake in the darkness
We will live and laugh in the light