Receptacles

by Amber May

I am accustomed

to being wanted
more than wanting
A diva of love in my youth

I could afford to turn my nose up

requesting only
green M&Ms

by the bowl full

 

Afraid of other substances

I made myself sick on sweet

afraid of penetration 

I skipped the finger in throat trend

kept the too much inside

prayed to Time to gag itself 

of too much me

 

Two decades later I love you 

but will not purge, not yet, not first

What's the big deal
it's just words
a soft verb on a power trip


What I feel, my unclothed eyes 
surely tell, is more 
than verb
cracks the shell of acorn
before the apple tree
has conceived it's cellular potential
Anyway, I've heard it's good 

to be loved by me

 

Please

whitewash your fear
and feminize your force field
Receive my heart as I receive 

your cock with a groan with a God 

slip n slide n oh 

and out oh fuck yeah

deep deep as it goes 

yes yes as it goes  

catch your breath and

fuck me love me

whatever me forever
forever is only now 
so don't be afraid

As a child my heart pumped 

a blood rainbow 

Those are the colors 

that is the throbbing 

with which

I want to be told, I love you 
I want to say, I love you

 

Say it 
before my teeth erode

from all these 
I love yous
I swallow like vomit
when there's
no proper receptacle
around

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