He swallowed my soul
Whole, sipped smoothly down
Gracefully, without need for chase
In one prolonged indigo gulp
Without a spill,
Without a single drop escaping
His thirsty, reptilian gaze
It was just a thrill, in the end
A specimen for is lens to collect
Another Lazarus to resurrect,
Another holy mountain to tame,
Another color to weave into his coat,
Then to toss over my shoulders
From behind,
In the window full of sunrise.