Satan spread his glory across the archways of your departure gate
Swishing holy water between his cheeks and spitting praise so
Your skin sizzled depth
Like-
Aunt Jemima and her sickly sweet syrup

I’ve never seen anyone so twisted
Following in the shadows of doubled DNA and Army boots (hissing across the pavement)
There's a rooster on your forearm and a generation seated beyond the last

I am in love with your pen caps and polka dotted boxers
Or maybe just the way you cross and uncross your legs between
Between noon
And dusk

(Maybe I will always be)
Flushed over
Spent
And exempt
From ever
Knowing sin upon your knowledge