when i say get on your knees
her legs fall away, without question
there’s no power between us
only want and will, pleasure

and need. we chase each other’s
little deaths, not our own
perched on my collarbone
she slickens my chin

in the apex of her thighs
i could die, but

when she says keep still
my head freezes between her palms
then she treats me with roughness.
discomfort i welcome and gladly endure

nothing matters
more than her being undone–
under me, above me, on me,
by me.