Don’t think your absence
altered my ecstasies
the roots of my desire are riotous.
Pleasure nests in my veins,
cover my thighs, bend my knees.
Snakes coil around my hips,
they must think I’m a stone.
They all get down at night
to drink from my lips.
Red moons rise, they pass over me,
hundreds of desperate lies
perch on my eyelids, men spill
honey over the slit of my thighs,
they think I’m Persephone
True –
this is a fact, a truth :
I am now
the religion of sperm.
I am everything
you ever believed in.

 

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