lungfist

she said that I had to lick it
 before we kicked it
 
 I cracked the knuckles in my larynx  
 and limbered-up my tongue muscles
 bench pressing reps  
 of the weight of the world  
 on my molars  
 
 she said that I had to lick it
 before we kicked it
 
 I gripped the electrified
 porcelain pudding
 of her inner thighs
 and blew kisses
 into the womb of the universe
 
 her acceptance;
 lubricating my intrusion,
 crystallized the orgasm
 of the splitting cells
 in every living organism
 
 the geometry too sacred to hold
 splintered into shards
 sprinkled as morning dew
 over her pubis mons  
 
 dawns deposits collected
 placed on an old desk
 she takes out her food stamp card
 places it over the reflective particles
 grabs a Bic lighter  
 and presses on top  
 rubbing back and forth
 until the silicate sands
 ground down into powder
 
 she dips her finger in
 reaches it out to me
 said that I had to lick it
 before we kicked it