Take That

Playing off your intent, writhing as you plunder within the dank dampness, the wanton wave spray painting effigies like Pollack pole axed in delight my pelvis rises… With hands full of Adonis’s moons parting the skin of your throat with pearly teeth, clawing back, ripping wide the broad side the effigy of a biblical God. Breath warms the conical rises fingers wind in the curls at the nape of neck, the hollow of your throat, a salt lick capping the wave brings froth to the fecund cave of desire.