Adobe
Magistrate
My body is a temple
With doors wide open
A slave of consequence
As a gust of wind enters
She whips and licks me
Bipolar and equatorial
She wants me dead or alive
Sexualized or scrutinized
Feeding failing whimper
Raising nervous laughter
Spit and screamed
She rakes me
Thick skinned in congress
Penetrated soles by stones thrown
By her cyclones...
I wore sandals, she took them.
I wore sackcloth, she tore it and took it.
I wore no undergarments, she gave no mercy.
Pubic hair, arm pit bare, caressed.
Ball lightning strikes more than once across the surface of the sky.
Isis when my breast and belly bare, you feel me.
Ma'at, in my blood, pain, dried agony torn from whispers of war.
Nut, tell them all below I adore them for their company of every lustful stare and mirror of fear, loathing, and shame.
But please calm your winds.
I can't stop the sway and swell
Of my hips,
As my shoulders dislocate.
Nerves send signals inflamed
To my brain,
That my arms hang by a thread.
But the bones in my wrists
Heckle and groan,
With wrought iron sinews sewn.
The stipes seems to run
Straight through me,
Hollowing out my lungs.
The flesh I was born to fuck in
And die that day,
Bound to the cross.
The spirit I shared in many
Haunted alleys,
Has given up the ghost.
With doors wide open
A slave of consequence
As a gust of wind enters
She whips and licks me
Bipolar and equatorial
She wants me dead or alive
Sexualized or scrutinized
Feeding failing whimper
Raising nervous laughter
Spit and screamed
She rakes me
Thick skinned in congress
Penetrated soles by stones thrown
By her cyclones...
I wore sandals, she took them.
I wore sackcloth, she tore it and took it.
I wore no undergarments, she gave no mercy.
Pubic hair, arm pit bare, caressed.
Ball lightning strikes more than once across the surface of the sky.
Isis when my breast and belly bare, you feel me.
Ma'at, in my blood, pain, dried agony torn from whispers of war.
Nut, tell them all below I adore them for their company of every lustful stare and mirror of fear, loathing, and shame.
But please calm your winds.
I can't stop the sway and swell
Of my hips,
As my shoulders dislocate.
Nerves send signals inflamed
To my brain,
That my arms hang by a thread.
But the bones in my wrists
Heckle and groan,
With wrought iron sinews sewn.
The stipes seems to run
Straight through me,
Hollowing out my lungs.
The flesh I was born to fuck in
And die that day,
Bound to the cross.
The spirit I shared in many
Haunted alleys,
Has given up the ghost.
