rape and honey


drizzle your liquor on my tongue, i’ll sip
from the nectar and taste you once more
a sugarqueen saccharine bliss mother, another
drop and i’ll swallow, i swear by the truth
that i am desire, never yours but there to be
amused, stroked like a kitten and seduced
by the sin of your shape, in the midnight, your
breath under moonlight, my dream smitten
with the nectarine intravenous drip,
another drop and i’ll swallow, blurred
at the edges by silver moonsong, the
syrup swirls lining my mouth with an
incandescent glow, i feel so perfect
against your myriad skin, butterfly stingers
capture the droplets, singly, injecting
pulsing veins with a nervous ecstasy,
wanting nestled in a wavering conscience,
uncertain of what premise may lie within
the boundaries of reality, for the truth was
such that this was never a dream, merely a
miracle with repercussions infinite, each
droplet being another time and place,
swirled in my mouth like saliva, never to
forget, another drop and i’ll swallow




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