intoxicating
and
sweet
scent of patchouli
soft, sensual sounds
music melts
dri
p
s
like hot hot wax
on burnished skin
are the fingers wrapped
around your throat
cutting off air flow
to the brain
your own or a lover’s?
what difference
does it make?
teeth marks & saliva
the only signs of life
on your pale, polished skin
this dance
of hot breath, and
moans
hollowed out
by the twin sisters
purity & punishment
shame & silence
like the hand of a guardian
covering
across your face
lest the sounds
of your pleasure
bring monsters of the night
out to play
jolts of electricity
navigate
vertebrae in your spine
in serpentine flow
the softening of skin
under scrapes & scratches
left behind
by fingernails
of specters whose love
you
once
swallowed whole
how long
until you begin
to follow the maps
of your own
body?
will your desire devour you
or
will you devour your desire?
the rhythmic sway
of your hips, and
the deathly grip
of sweaty palms
on
your inner
thighs, are mere
foreplay
to shedding
of masks, veiling
truth
you move different when you move from pleasure
you move different when you move in play
declarations
of love
escape
your lips
riding the waves
of breath —
holy utterances
of what you learned to
bury
remember? remember
pleasure
play
prayer
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