To milk. To think of Lilith, her nine laws,
as I ream your ring. Moon-cycle, moon-horns,
moon-kin. She loves pilgrims, slattern outlaws,
butt sluts. With lubed tongue, with cum that adorns
Heaven. Haven. Your ass spread wide like so.
“Pervy,” you lament. “You’ve made me a perv
with my bum.” The other secret grotto.
We name it, then we pray to it. Fat curve
of cock swallowed up, shaft consumed. Clenched tight,
you’ve milked with your bowels. A prayer for Her —
Mother of Outcasts, Lady of the Dune,
Vagabond’s Love — blessed be and Her queer light
in this excess, in your ass, the other
grotto — Eden: laid waste by a typhoon.