Warm Welcome
the first to feel it
is the brain
an instant reaction
that takes a minute
to settle into the idea
the back of the throat and tongue
are next to notice the sting
from there it’s nothing more
than a trickle effect
that’s why it’s so hard
to break its sweet addiction
today’s a nice day
the sun is out
and the weather’s warm
got my sundress on
and this rhythm’s moving me
god damn I love this sound
he halfway guts himself singing
come to me
and I would walk out that door
but I’ve nowhere to go
the change in light
helps fill in the gaps
with a little censored hope
enough to make me
stand up dreaming
about a could-be crush
with beet blood
all over my hands
I won’t let it get me
not this day
I may not be
where I want to
but I’ve nothing
but thanks anyway
I can forget this rut
forget this itch
forget what I’m lacking
indulge myself
in the small pleasures
and new joys
like an African violet terrarium
potted just for me
when I put in
a couple of painted shells
bobbing with their turtle necks
the child that never died
but also never
fully saw the day
comes alive
for as long as the world allows
breathing in the soil
the slightly acidic smell
soon my Natal plum
may shower me with blooms
helping this space to take
on a more pleasing shape
while I warm the bed
for no one but myself
it’s welcoming
my thighs drape laced with
trails that take their time
to lead you straight
into the honey trap
there he sings again, yearning
if you do for me
I’d do you too
kiss me soft
on the back of my neck
take your time
coming ‘round
let the shiver
ride on out
before my lips
can’t take anymore
but I don’t want it
to quickly end
I’m insatiable
and this need grows
more when it feeds
I’ve been searching
my body for
a way out of this
but I’m coming to
the truth that I
need an automatic
to jump the gun
and come to me
I’m too starved
for the occasional fling
I’ll let my guards down
and live recklessly
so baby, leave it
drivin’ south
the trap’s lying waiting
for you to come around