Photography by Joslyn Kilborn
Thou shalt part thy thighs so
that my mouth may pass
through thy red sea.
Thou shalt moisten
Thou shalt cry – cautiously
Thou shalt not wake the children but
thou may, unless I
clench my grip to catch
the quiver that escapes thy lips.
Thou shalt make use of
thy God-given knees
and heels, and kneel
above my face – I shall gaze upon
thy fleshy alter, I shall offer
the torment of my tongue to
thy pleasure. I shall taste thou
until I am full and thou art dripping.
I shall rise behind thou
A sheep following a sheep
I shall dip my bread into thy wine.