Orgasms

 I clearly remember

that one time I

came

seventeen - I shit you not -

seventeen fucking times.

Quite literally.

This feels oddly

close to that.

All these poems

coming out

at once.

Pushing out.

I just hope my pen

isn't threatened

with some

time.

 

Or an old girlfriend

looks at me from these

writings,

 

just like that one did

that time.

 

I wish it had lasted

more, but it didn't.

 

And besides, all I need 

now is a pen

to orgasm.

 

.-.