A Thought for You

There is a thought for you,

Coming from my groin like a holy ray,

And this thought is this;

I whip you so long and hard that you have bloody lines,

Like markings on a foreign beast.

Then tenderly I forgive you,

(You shine knowingly).

My lips, my teeth, my tongue,

Clean each red groove.

Each furrow is a road; your body is my map,

The roads cross wildly,

I’m lovely lost in my travels.  


About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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