Bottoming as Natural
by Maxwell Griego
1. A dog’s place in the pack is somewhat predetermined. Wet eyes and frozen
veins are hard traits to hide. A fawn can stand in ten minutes, but takes five days to
leap. The lowly male hyena dare not approach dinner before the alpha.
2. Some men are born never looking down, while others spend a lifetime
licking the first men’s buttermilk feet; trying to describe how the webs of their toes
smell like blooming dandelions.
3. Maybe the hands of those first men were laced; sweat slicked with
dopamine and opiates rubbed into my softening sphincter. Or maybe my legs felt
they’d finally clicked into the right position, with my face muffled in the pillows.
4. Accepting the love of a man can feel like predator giving into prey. An
Egyptian plover allowed to pick a crocodile’s teeth down to the bleeding gums.
5. On rare occasion, the alpha hyena enters such a fervent heat that she
mounts a member of the pack, thrusts her engorged clitoris. Desires of the inside
fight their way outward. A hunger that grows, reaches, and grasps at what it can to
satiate itself, humping in the way a street cat licks an empty can of tuna.
6. Letting someone know you from the inside is the ultimate trust. Testing
each other's beastial limits an ancient ritual. Enjoying it is power, knowing it is a trust
easily broken.
7. The alpha hyena must retract her pseudo penis before anyone may enter
her. A blooming in reverse.
8. Bottoming only feels wrong when someone knocks you from your footing,
grabs the scruff of your neck like your mother used to when you were in trouble.
Maxwell Griego is a poet currently finding the nooks and crannies of the Southwest he enjoys writing about. Discover more of Maxwell on Twitter.
