(content warning) Writing With a Boner

[heslopian]

i always needed silence to work
silence of the mind as well as in the room
but now sitting here with constricted jeans
pausing to pull down my zip
just so the pressure will ease

lines still emerge like sunk artefacts
bobbing up through the scum
on the surface of a lake

i imagine your buttocks
small yet plump
dimpled and pitted through maturity
like fruit left on the loam to ripe
how i'd kneel down
and kiss each side
explore with trembling fingers
your waste

and then your navel like an eye
from where your mother's cord was cut
a relic saved for adulthood
so i could probe and study it

i always needed silence to work
silence of the mind as well as in the room
but now sitting here with constricted jeans
pausing to pull down my zip
just so the pressure will ease

lines still emerge like sunk artefacts
lines I've gleamed from your body