Now look, I may have
Screwed up in all that
Screwing, as you say,
With a knife twist
Turn of the screw or
What have you, wrenching
Deep into the gut until
I drew the spurting blood,
Delicacy of time. So?
A man can take his pleasure,
Whether her blood is still
Dripping from my veiny cock,
Or I've ravaged the race
Of women, like cropping a
Lush fertility. Simply put,
Woman, I tricked you: my seed
Is already deep-burrowed in you, you
Have become apart of me, or I
Likewise, we've grown into
Each other, the same sap of pain
Confluence of our being,
Which was already being, so
Everything I've taken
For me, for us, for all that
Grows into the fatal earth.