Surrender

Surrender

by Imani Cauthen-Robinson

Surrender

I can write about sex as if it belongs to me,
begging me to pin it down beneath casual pleasantries,
my body bending mercilessly,
and then yours following closely.
Choke me,
Expose me.

 

Ravage you,
then salvage me.

 

Regret to inform
you must proceed carefully.

 

I’m so in love
then I’m so lost.
Can’t decide if it’s meant to be.

 

But then you’re back in it,
feel it
and then
fill it.
Feel me.

 

You wouldn’t believe how
badly I’d waste it.

 

Your patience
constantly waiting;
take me cuz I can’t take it.

 

But by this point our bodies
feel the weight of it.
Different perspectives
positions…

 

So when I say I can write about sex as if it belongs to me,

I really mean
as if it pressures me into submission.

 

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