Heat Stroking
a poem by Daphne
black was blue until I knew she was God, the God I blew tethered there beneath her grace always coming — giving face hovered over, so bent back every orifice was my snack lessons lessened fears of fowl chrome; she birthed my simple scowl each last chance to draw her breath it was that need which caused my death again, forever, back to force the Goddess came to ride her horse teasing tailors, tricking trucks ladies loved my brutal fucks flesh of sorrow, songs of soul my cunt would be the only goal
