Rest &
Recuperation.

This life has held a million songs
Strung quietly along teeth & gums-
For show: open every evening

Because between
Midnight until we see the sun
(& the father rises, high & mighty)
I lay bare, with soul spread
On sheets, in forms of lustful dance

There have been many.
Strangers and their unorthodox scents
They’ve bought their tickets, waited in lines
Wide-eyed to subtitles –
“I taught him how to fuck”.

Prologue:
He used to come, a regular customer
Creeping in slowly, headlights off,
Its almost silence
A Long, thin version of myself standing in black

& then there’s sound, winded words,
some other fuck's smell in each blow
i ease into each ugly command --

I peel off each layer, & he whispers in tongues
I bow, bow down, down
You don’t have to pay tonight,
You could never afford it.

He slips inside and there are earthquakes
It’s warmth, familiar warmth that pains threw veins
Rapid motion took to fast beats
And we’ve made it, we’ve made music!

Like bear skin lamps
Our bellies glow
Pink cheeks, sleep
Only to wake up alone.