on my knees, I pray
not to wet drumming-on-back
nor to thick wefts of steam
but to the blade.
i pray
to lightning that runs in lines
and sting that fades into warmth.
I pray
to points abused and reddened,
skin that rebels.
i press it against my lips.
I **** that dense streaking
on my knees i beg
until the water runs cold or red
or until halos dance in corner-eye
I worship the tip and the edge
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC
on my knees, I pray
not to wet drumming-on-back
nor to thick wefts of steam
but to the blade.
i pray
to lightning that runs in lines
and sting that fades into warmth.
I pray
to points abused and reddened,
skin that rebels.
i press it against my lips.
I **** that dense streaking
on my knees i beg
until the water runs cold or red
or until halos dance in corner-eye
I worship the tip and the edge
