I stop tongue-fucking your cunt as you roll
over, gasp in pain, pressing your stomach
and breasts to frozen metal. Your asshole
gapes wide as my cock pushes in. “The fuck–?”
you gulp, amazed we’re in a war machine.
Wintertime in Muskegon is the worst,
but it does have an ancient submarine
no one visits. I adore love in cursed
places haunted with pain, where fear lingers
mixed with hints of petrol fumes, blood and brine.
In this frozen coffin the only heat
comes in floods: cock and cunt, kissing fingers.
Calling you love, calling you, “I, me, mine.”
Calling our thrills, “epique,” our deaths, “petite.”
I’ve written about this museum before, but in the lake-side city of Muskegon (about an hour from where I live) is the WW2-era submarine, USS Silversides. Since winters in Michigan are brutal and it’s difficult to heat an all-metal ship, visiting on those long dark frozen days of the year tend to be a touch frosty.