Can something be
a pure expression
of joy,
of freedom,
if it’s a commodity?
Regulated—
by the male gaze
in social structures
made to extort
bodies that would
beg
plead
gag
receive
submit
to demands with
supply
of bodies
tied up
tying up
writhing in
predetermined paginations.
The sexual,
an expression of creativity
with the flesh
with the mind
an extended conversation
with spirit
in pursuit
of what feels good,
authentic—
can authenticity
be found
at the other end
of a system’s demand?
Caia Rose 