Kink (2023)
Imani Davis
The moon assumes her voyeuristic perch
to find the rut of me, releashed from sense,
devoid of focus 'cept by your design.
I never thought restraint would be my thing.
Then you: the hole from which my logic seeps,
who bucks my mind's incessant swallowsong
& pins the speaker's squirming lyric down
with ease. You coax a measured flood, decide
the scatter of my breath & know your place—
astride the August heat, your knuckles tight
around a bratty vers, a fuschia gag:
you quiet my neurotic ass, can still
the loudness murmuring beneath my skull.
Be done. There's nothing more to say.
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