fucked

fucked

we lie silken
with each others’
milky fluids
and we feel closer now,
after the ineffectual procreation,
lying in the senseless adoration
of post-coital affection,
than when you
inhabited me –
but I want you further
away.

legs stuck open with your semen,
skirt lifted by your erection,
I feel bound to satisfy your
ceaseless desires
and let you colonise me –
your newly-claimed territory --
let you put your seed
within my body,
as has been done
throughout history.

and even though you touch me gently,
and only coerce me slightly,
and rarely enter when I’m asleep,
and ensure that I come, mostly,
and even though I love you so,
for the silenced women in
other centuries, other places, other bodies,
I want to say, No.