CONSENT
I took him
in my mouth
at fourteen
braced for
the jolt of hot
liquid, acrid,
unwelcome.
I didn’t learn
consent until
twenty-three,
fucking a woman
who needed yes
with every action,
asking can I touch
you here? Is this okay?
I learned possession
of my body
the unexpected
agency of pleasure.
I was oblivious
until she held me
from the inside
while I sobbed,
her mouth soft
on my carpel,
I bellowed deep
& loud, howled
a chasm open
as a peony.