One mated and angelic eve With the book flared across your knees, Eyes guided eyes and elbows posed For four brown nipples to squeak and see. 5 I knew the bell's praise from your lifted lips Would sound my soul awake; I knew each bit of bitch with a searing nail Would seal my damaged fate. Stiff ministers of a cultish creed 10 We repeated the stolen words, Puked up tongue and black and naked need Until our needing heard. Together with stars and eyes half-open We scratched the wrinkled skull's emporium 15 And traded hands and nimbly led Each other back to bed.
From the collection "The Soft Assault"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.