GLOVE

 

In my mind’s di’ary
written only about you,
my four-legged lover
—man options into,

reads of gangsta hip-hop
from me, that grows
a fan base of one,
your naked angeleno,

whose ev’ry openness
of cloven love
receives tongue & shiv,
& fits you like a glove.

Shall I show you how,
as you penetrate a cleft
in dark’s dampness
where no light’s ever left;

Whispers of saliva tell,
speak, surround,
to concentrate
& suck to drink it down.

Fingers of my incense
tracing the love,
the passion we live,
I’ll fit you like a glove.