A poem, at least

What is a poem? Emotion leaks onto the page, a metaphor. Extended massive orgasm. You lean into the idea rather than recoil. Revelation. Inspiration is something I long for. Obviously, I want such fun and games. You implore me to demand my full sexual expression. Should it be such a request? I cook to nourish. I dance to feel. What do you do with your time? How to you sew the seeds of progress or beautify on this planet? So you used to live in a place far away and help people… That is incredible. I wish that you would do something Today, something real. Make an imprint on this earth like a stamp, A step that cannot be erased, undone. Show me how you invest in the moment, Create something that didn’t exist the hour before. Wet my panties. Make me ache. Live through art.