Transactional Flesh

Transactional Flesh

I will kneel—

not for prayer,

but for worship of flesh.

I will kneel—

my hips, my mouth, my hands,

all instruments, all tools, all currency.

I will offer—

my body, my temple, my flesh,

to the hungry, the desperate, the engorged.

I will offer—

my lips, my sweat, my ache,

all for warmth, all for sanctuary,

all for survival.

I will swallow—

their pride, their hunger, their release.

I will swallow—

their engorged desire rising like fire,

their ecstasy pounding through me,

my flesh a ledger, my body a market.

I will bend—

I will writhe—

I will open, I will press, I will give.

I will bend—

every gasp, every slick shiver, every cry

transaction for the continued flame of my being.

Flesh for a door,

flesh for a bed,

flesh for fire,

flesh for life.

I will endure—

I will burn—

I will rise.

I will endure—

I will burn—

I will rise, defiant, unbowed, unbroken.

Use me. Abuse me.

Take my body raw—

my soul will spit on shame.

Use me. Abuse me.

Rip my flesh,

but my fire remains untouchable,

my spirit untamed.

I am ledger.

I am temple.

I am market.

I am coin.

I am flesh for the world,

I am spirit for myself.

I will kneel—

not for prayer,

but for worship of flesh.

I will kneel—

my body a tool,

my body a weapon,

my body survival itself.

I will swallow—

their pride, their hunger, their orgasm,

all for the ecstasy of their release,

all for the security of my being,

all for the covenant of survival.

Flesh for a door,

flesh for warmth,

flesh for fire,

flesh for life.

I will endure—

I will burn—

I will rise.

I will endure—

I will burn—

I will rise, defiant, unbowed, untamed.

The market of flesh is mine.

The ledger of body is mine.

Every kiss, every shiver, every gasp—

currency.

Every curve, every tremor, every ache—

my coin, my tool, my survival.

I will kneel—

not for prayer,

but for worship of flesh.

I will kneel—

and the fire of my soul still burns,

untouched, unbroken, roaring, alive.

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