January 22, 2016
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August at my alter, come
clay spinning between my legs
sandstone walls and spirits listen
enter, this last secret land.
Bittersweet whispers of rain kisses
incense nights, white on white
ritual upon thy tongue tasting
your favorite smoke, post lovemaking.
May my watch stop ticking
beneath sexed hair, another demand
grabbing your neck purposefully
5 o’clock shadow, clouds forming.
Your power in my belief
snake dance, sway upon thee
releasing you though charming
drinking an emetic, free me.