A Spell

You slipped your paw inside of me,
Like you were running to meet a bus,
All full speed ahead,
No hesitation.
Me – I rolled over,
Because that is what hedgehogs do best,
I rolled over in a soft ball of surround,
Of surrender,
Of love.
It was night,
Nightingales blooming,
Jasmine chirping,
The moon was in our bed,
And stars shone in my cunt.

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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