Press my skull
give body to my center
not with tenderness but terror and delight
press my face
magnificent beast
into the unknown tenure of dusk
to collide between words
your stare and this elated node
paradis perdu,
the cutthroat stasis
of an understanding
about hunger
to linger in humidity
for your spit
summoned grains,
I’ll carry yours instead
to moan in love,
pomegranate, /b/eaten to a pulp.