you fucked me as if you
must have heard that i write
poetry about every man i sleep with
and were determined to see me
published.
kisses as commas
"wow, you're so big,"
(metaphorically speaking)
your hands on my hips,
a parenthesis to include my
navel, my ovaries
slick as hemingway
moaning onomatopoeias
i ground myself against
your exclamation point
hard as hyperbole
then climaxed with
an interrobang
when you whimpered,
"michelle"