Richard Scott
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remember when I ached to bottom be sub-
missive after a lifetime of playground fisticuffs and you
you urged patience bought me a valentine’s day gift of moulded
silicon this marbled root which shone like a newly hatched
grub and glistened with spit when you put the tip into your mouth
and pressed its malleable girth against my hole
remember how I flinched and you bit my ear to distract me from
this muscular shuddering this movement of internal peony-dense
flesh this sting-twisting and somewhere near the centre of me I could
feel a dilating
like how a sea-anemone releases its blood-rich tentacles into the
saline current remember how I came in your hand then external
symbol made fetish I tell you now I had been waiting
years to feel this brimming over this stoppered-up this
ripe fullness