Pristine Panic / Cheek by Jowl

You've felt this before

In a raw and honest moment

Of pre-word amorphous thought

Primal and pristine panic

The taste of forbidden fruit

In your mouth and at the tip of your tongue

An instant before the thought becomes clear

And is summed dissolved corrupt

It's true substance banished from your mind

Retched and ingested by another

An awareness you cannot think of say, only feel

In the pit of your stomach

And in the depths of your bowels

Initiation and annihilation

Cheek by jowl

Impulse and dissolution

Cheek by jowl

Onset and obliteration

Cheek by jowl

Being and oblivion

Cheek by jowl

I know you've felt this before

In a raw and honest moment

Bred in the bones

As inherent as instinct

Is the imp of perversion

Sliding dirty fingers in your maw

The taste as familiar as your own spit

Filling up to the back teeth

You can't breathe

You can't see

You can't think or say

Only feel

In the pit of your stomach

And the depths of your bowels