You said I have strawberry skin
And I have an appetite
For finding hungry people
That's why you bite
Right from the center of me

You consumed me
Like my eyes didn't weep
When you split me in two
This was a sweet nothing
Just for you

You play me
like an adagio
Unhurried but dissonant
You challenged me
Moved me to
the inner depths of you
I got lost
without knowing
Until I heard you
in G minor...over
and over again
Now I'm the silent breath
between your notes

Play on, maestro, play on...

You have already proven
to me that you're my
drug of choice
The lull I get without you
how I hang onto your
every gesture

your scent I'm sure
you calibrated to me
since I can sense you
whenever you manage
to come around

I feel this
warmth beneath my belly
where I imagined you
touched me there
your mouth seeking the deep
crevices of my body
in the cold dank night
underneath the sin
In the heat of the covers...

They are worshippers
of new skin while
scattering their
ashes in ritual fire

The smoke
painting the sky
with their
inevitable bones

and all the pretty things
hanging from their
hips have risen
from what was broken

Now they too
have wings

Drink up
this sacrament

For the mysteries do
not pass
on your tongue

But offered as the
three phases
of woman

And the liars
You'd know them from
how they belittle us
the men with
envious ticks

Divinity ran rancid
in their mouths
Traitors to our souls

Now it's up to you
woman reclaim what
is proper and leave the phallus
where it belongs...
Far away from pedestals

He is double-sided
and speaks with a second tongue
There are legions of him
rising out from under stones
casting spells
to win you over
would-be plasticized trophy
He will bamboozle you
with the sweetness of his lips
He is no sir lancelot but
a shapeshifting
boogie man waiting to
kidnap you and
hang you on his wall