Eve To The Serpent

Smoking star,
listen to me.
Call the stain
to your hand.
Go-I’m ready
to burn.
Has caffeine
a tiger’s kiss?
Be wild,
shove the
sequestered
kiss with force
and school me
in your pause.
Is this
blood
clean as
the sea?
Make me wait.
Respect the
sea and
say amen.


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