I like to whip him I like to be his latex dream- his neoprene queen, reigning supreme I like to make him black out so fast he sees sea-foam green in between visions of Hindu gods like he was on DMT He sees Nectar, his muse, who's using his mouth to taste music seventh chords of coriander sixths of cardamom coffee drips fifths of whiskey, of course a fourth of coarse pink salt crushed chromatic peppers dotting his line of vision he listens he uses my voice to taste his way back and kissing my hand with his pineal gland, he comes to earth in pieces "Rebirth," he says 🌖🌗🌘🌑 Original photo by @peppermintwindphotos #poemlette #dailypoem #dailypoetry #dailywriting #poetess #poetessa #poem #poetry #spokenword #spokenwordartist #spokenwordpoem #spokenwordpoet






