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Yes I wrote this when I was naked

and you were putting your clothes on
while I was telling you how uncomfortable
semen felt on my stomach
covering what was left of my body in a
cocoon of cheap sexual residue

and the only way you ever intimidated me
was by surviving without me
so I kissed other lips to try to
understand yours
and to try to make your own fear of being without me
more desirable,
and now I am left with only your lust
when I really just wanted you

and I can’t unlearn how you
taught me to learn what was inside you
as I tell you how much more pleasurable
sex is alone--
the only woman I need to please is
the one inside myself
as our bodies separate
because the only thing we ever shared
with each other was our discharge

and at first I couldn’t love
then I couldn’t fuck
now I can’t come
and maybe that’s why
you won’t come near me.


Yogesh Chawla

This poem is appearing in the Book
Atlas on Crack

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