I
expect me to conjure mid/
nite in ur hips...we'll dance
pagan rain
our pores; whisper.
II
cold freaks we b, wrappin our
thighs around the wind-taste
sunlight with
yo tongue's ripe tip;
III
i'd rather put u to my
mouth-blow u-conch shell loud,
and brash...hear me;
hear my ocean.
IV
feel the slight sting of my bark
housin' yo inner tree.
we speak wa/
tusi-We live!
'House of Atreus' Publishing 2007
expect me to conjure mid/
nite in ur hips...we'll dance
pagan rain
our pores; whisper.
II
cold freaks we b, wrappin our
thighs around the wind-taste
sunlight with
yo tongue's ripe tip;
III
i'd rather put u to my
mouth-blow u-conch shell loud,
and brash...hear me;
hear my ocean.
IV
feel the slight sting of my bark
housin' yo inner tree.
we speak wa/
tusi-We live!
'House of Atreus' Publishing 2007