I crashed back into rejoice
with the white monster
I wanted you to enter me

In small ways
in pheanomanal ways
in every slow movement
that comes to all the sinister minds

come inside of me
I trail my fingertips aside
paleness
hovered credibility to my
admiration towards all the skin
that has made up your human body

I am far beyond the mind
of an intoxicated woman

Im much more than that
I want to graze the liqour of
all your minds
and lay in between your different surfaces
aboloshied
with my happiness

while you scrape the insides of my womb