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.