form your mouth
into the shape of
something primitive,
let the primordial
ooze out---
the blue blood
of a horseshoe crab
pumping millions
of years
of truths
the ash that coats
a screaming mouth
shaped like
a horseshoe crab
the insistence,
the pa**ing---
hot honey
down your shoulders,
the sweet vomit
of intensive labor
you can still
eat honey
from a pharaoh's tomb
taste
the pa**age of time
her hands in your hair
rough & tumble
a rugged face,
stubbled
tired but hungry
more hungry
than tired
the cheekbone,
the collarbone,
the hip bone---
mortality pushing out
from the inside
maybe d**h
is not
something you
let in
but something
you let out