press me to the wall, crush me back
against the graffiti and the concrete, let me have
the angle of your forearm against
the give of my throat. i crave your indifference
to my pain. let me cede autonomy:
force me to my knees in this
slick bar bathroom. take my breath
as a prize, take my pride as a ribbon
and wind it under my face,
upturned to yours. i want to see
crass, untempered lust walk across your face.

or else, bring me back to my body
and walk me home, guide me upstairs,
quietly unlock all the locks on my front door.
our footsteps will be loud in the hall,
i will wonder why you are not
roaming me already.
touch me like you treasure me, taste my mouth
and tempt sex out of me inch by inch.
in your coaxing i am gentled, but too quiet.
between these dim walls i find control
handed to me, and wish i was not burdened.