The American Wilderness

The familiarity

of 

Tod’s semen entering my mouth

brings me to a weekend we once spent upstate:

dark wood surrounding the clearing,

their branches covering me as if

trying to prove some sort of colonialist macho

a little walk from the cabin 

a vast expanse

hills and valleys and plains and greens and all

soooo big.

you like it when I say it like that,

right baby?

no response.

called out to the wind,

you think you can choke me? 

nuh uh

spit right on father nature’s grass,

your cum sinking into the ground.