Love Slaves
Your face is a collage of bone, a
college of doctrine,

a disciple

your erection, a
reaction to the ramification

and supplication,
like devotion,

like submission,

the poem tries
to embody the final
jerking thrusts of
your release.

She tries to put into
words, wear honesty
like a veil, cover her
eyes with it.

They told her god
punishes the sinner,

but the reaction
is still action
all the same.