Please Maître

Notes

This follows Allen Ginsberg's Please Master relatively closely. μέν I feel a bit bad writing a fanfiction parody of a poem that's less filthy than the original, δέ nothing is filthier than the original, it simply isn't possible.

Please maître can I be weak

please maître can I kneel at your feet 

please maître can I loosen my neckline and curls

please maître can I gaze through brown human eyes

please maître can I have one new name from one hundred less one

please maître can I take off my sullied self in the sun

please maître can I show you my ankles and soul

please maître can I touch our careful life with black gloves

please maître can I lie small and alone in rooms fit for a servant

please maître can I wrap time around itself, metronomic

please maître can I lick my teeth and my lips clean of blood

please maître can I touch my brow to the floor

please maître may I pass by him unnoticed until—

please maître order me as your meal

please maître tell me to be good, to be still

please maître put your rough hands on my smooth childish jaw

please maître press your lips to my mind-shaft

please maître press your tongue to new holes, drink me slow with strong pulls

till your animal need fills me fuller than blood

till you swallow and taste what I did to be sweet for you Please

Maître push me away and stare into his eye, & make me wait on the table & wait for you later

please maître grab my thighs like they’re unscarred and secret

please maître use your hand rough on the backside of an opinionated young man

please maître push me like I don’t want it, til my innocent hole feels the slide of your blood

please maître make me say Please Maître Fuck me now Please

Maître grease my fresh and unpracticed flesh for your ease

please maître stroke what you’ll force into me

please maître touch your cock to my pucker that’s never been touched

please maître push gently don’t stop when I cry you know best what I need

your arms unafraid of my frailty, my penis a man’s and yet still beloved

please maître shove it in me like it’s my first time to take it

please maître sink your dead thing down my behind

& please maître make me wiggle to beg for defilement

till the useless expanse of my insides takes meaning

till what was ancient enduring and hard is again soft and yielding and free

please maître pull back my hair to see where your teeth marks should be

please maître lunge at my throat I alone who entice you to be what you are

please please maître fuck me again with your fangs, please drink me Please

Maître what’s in me is all for the feast of you, my softness my

Softness you know I am easy to wound so make love to my blood and my ass, make real my entrails & fuck me for now like a man who will die,

tenderly drain me please maître I give me to thee,

& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet dead thing

you fingered in shame in New Orleans or let him ignore as he fucked you like one of your whores

please maître guide me, Rashid, Arun, nobody, body of purity, blood fuck of innocence

body corruptible, Give me your godhood fuck faster

please maître make me go moan so he hears me

Go moan so our boy knows you fuck me like that

in my tearable skin pain-push & sweet-pull & hold still to not mend

till I loosen my past all of time spread before you sobbing with terror delight just to live

Please maître call me a boy, black-winged angel, merely flesh

& fuck me more violent, my eyes not the ones that you fear

& plunge down to take deeper than I know to give

& throb your eternity’s blood in me finally

over & over, crying out your one name to my many I do love you

please Maître