Aquarian Kill, Followed by a Brief Prayer

Abstract

I.

Throw me on like clean laundry

and I will drink you 

until we both can’t breathe.

A deal between Rahu and Ketu. 

Between your hips 

and my tongue.

Fucking spit me out.

Stitch my name into the fraying seams

of the prayers you fumble to speak,

as purple cuts this mourning sky.

Use me before God.

Tell him I was dreadfully happy 

to undress you

like dessert after dinner.

I want you to come to me. Find me. Don’t kiss me. 

Possess me. Take my ringing heart in your tired hands 

and let’s work something out.

But first, we fuck.