Shift form; tuck in stomach. Oh you temptress of the night. Waist beads. Fire doing the ritual dance. A lick of heat at the navel.
dragon fly losing sting. Pleasure dissolves into ashes; impurely white.
Let the exhale of your breath unravel the inches of skin contoured with stretch marks.
Wrap them within folds of Ankara. Flee from the rhetoric in his eyes. Find home in the pomposity of the catwalk of the slim and hues of coloured lips.
Kum ba ya. Kum ba ya. Kum ba ya.
Wake mercy from within.
If your folded and pleated body uncovers a fiery escape.