As the oyster opens 

Soft liquid oozes and drips on your legs

Coding different systems of pleasure




A mesmeric cocktail of violence

Gently crashing in your core

As you give consent not to be a single being




Unmapped and peeled you are a decadent crush

A neoteric beauty, a multitude of worlds

Colliding bodies and energy




Crushing the shell 

Breaking the norm




To own your own joy is a choice

A skin that you shed in order to 




Become light as a feather

Weightlessly hovering

To the centre of the earth and back




Become heavy as a mountain

Spread your landscape and take space

Own your body 

Own your soul




To soften your hardware and release

A catalyst

An explosion

A dream




To own your own joy is a privilege

Who not many enjoy




A dangerous venom as velvet skin

Grabs your arms and pulls

Pulls out your heart and leaves

A car crash you’ve never seen




To own your joy is freedom

The ultimate genesis




Fluid bodies colliding

Slipping

Morphing




A chance to collapse or to humanize

To ride the sonic waves and distort multitudes




To claw out of our monstrous bodies

Burn the cocoon and lick the ashes

Spit in the face of terror 

As a final lullaby 




To own your joy is a necessity

That we die a thousand deaths for




An arc of swords pushing on your ribs

While you moan and please

For change




With the ghost in your machine

Reconfiguring your anger and love

That rule your body like a tandem 




Learning to fight and claim

A joy that has been taken from you

Regaining power in your voice

As you scream on the top of your lungs




I OWN MY OWN JOY