I rip the guts out of my old words

There is no cowering within

I want to fuck

I want to taste, to sweat, to moan, to surrender

And leave words in their rightful, smaller place

Goddamn it. They are not strong enough to contain or express

THIS. LIFE. FORCE…

That rips from my heart

Throwing brief shadows of old wounds before they vaporise

In this immense heat, light

Connecting my sex to my speech…

EXPRESS – out with you! out with it all!

No more waiting, longing, cursing. Fuck it!

I choose life and I choose it RIGHT, THE ACTUAL FUCK, NOW…