Self-lubricating

by Slam the Poet

23/03/2020

She always wanted me tough. Top
to toe a towering monolith. Brick & dry
cement across the bed. I saw it all
from a massive distance. My kingdom
of thirst and control. Only
wanting her waters.

But I have tasted the leather of my belt.
And given my knees in return
for another truth.

Your hands in my mouth.
My sweat on the sheets.
The lube on my skin.
These are all blind proofs:
I can be wet too.

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about Slam the Poet (they/them/theirs)

Slam the Poet is fascinated with the sensuality of words – their sights, sounds and textures. This has guided them through hip hop, jazz, collage & ambient with a thirst for experimentation deeply rooted in a joy for collaboration. This has included work with STEEZ, Brainchild Festival, Half Moon Theatre and Apples & Snakes. They are a big believer in the power of freestyling and practice as widely as they can. 

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