Wide shine coming from you standing open
in the window. Now, a damn breaking, rich
reeking with the end of winter, molten
weight of loam dripping. The smell of spinach,
hot shaved copper, all finger lickin’ good.
Pull the curtains. A damn. A curse. The door
behind you shuts. This lust around us. Should
pharaohs, ancient fuckers, need one more whore
like me, then I’ll go. I’ll do anything
for you. This affair, these lamentations,
libations, our bodies, earth full fucking.
Leave your body, come in me, a shaman’s
trip, sweet burnt offerings. I’m your Holy-
Holy with you screaming “god, cum in me!”
memories of my ghost sista 