Hardcore

You are intimate with them,
closer, even, than with your current sexual partner.
And unlike that partner,
you do not mind their smells,
which you encounter, daily.

They respond better.
You can make them move into positions you want,
lie where you want them to lie,
wear what you make them wear.
You can even put a smile on their face.

You watch them come, dolls for your satisfaction:
casting eye over form, shape, and pose.
They too look up at you,
mouth half opened, longing,
inviting some response.

~

Push the needle through the unresisting flesh.
Draw it down, then out below the chin
and re-enter, triangular point upwards through the same incision.
Run hard against the bone of the jaw, then out behind the lower
lip.
Through upper lip, draw away, then out it comes,
poking through the nostril. Across the nasal septum and down
again.
Now, through the limp top lip, tie the ends, snip and tuck,
and there! It's done. Sealed the mouth in one last puckered kiss.

~

The funeral act. Raw sex.
Hard, to the core.