butt meat
and orange wine
holy fire
what a human
better, clearer, crueler
she gets it right
every time, with ease
she makes it a home
automatic gear
driving reckless
near her faster
with my soul
rock hard
her warm skin
and sweet smell waiting
wet
she cracks the ceiling
she burns the doubt
she lifts the carcass
she howls me clean
another kiss
another touch
another nut
what holy madness
she makes it holy
she makes it real
she makes it possible
she makes it easy
more speed
scream loud
heart split open
stomach rough
breath gone
life given back
drained in sweat
on memory foam
i inhale her
and exhale purity
she does it all right
perfect even
she makes me want it
she makes it possible
she makes it bearable
I praise her
I praise this goddamn life
and I praise what I will become
if not already am
don’t you worry
get up, young soldier
and walk towards the light
with all this luck and all this gifted might
only one thing left to do, my luv
and that is to write
