watch me wait for opaque metals melt
so we can dance silver.
mouths closes in sesame wonder
while the instrument tames my back.
i am ready to shed the fear off these
tensed
fists and fold neatly the ancient kink in
my neck.
my eyes see-though see over jail cell
repetition of obese darkness.
empty abdominal and your eyes
gather me whole.
stubborn facial bones release and
i surrender to my senses;
his exposed strength in uneven
matte greys’.
he is standing tall with erected shoulder
bladed skins ready to love us tenderly.
patently.
now.
i love his night;
because that is when i pray.
