The might

What might start me again.. starting at your clit.. no.no starting with your mind.. like a flatbed truck.. without a sense .. just a load …and if not that then I stare at the night.. and know I know your lips and we might call this me and me all ambitious no time for love… and I’m allowed to rise.. and the talk of sex and the talk of who….

You won’t know unless.. you know and I think.. please ask me … as I’ve breathed .. harm reduction.. the reducer … my hands grabbin you.. even though tiaras defining you.. the way you talk .. and what if you do remind me of my mother (cause we us ) and what if the days are long like our age

Autocorrect calling me Herod… the questions you ask …… You know where my secrets begin…

The driver remains seated .. cause you feel like an athlete..like a cop.. under my hands and my eyes … walk toward my anger.. reading my skin finally in the mirror…you are my language with a face … you are the might and the hammer… you are the might

art credit: Tomb wall depicting Egyptian Queen Nefertari, c. 1230 BCE.