Sugar

I like what I like,

I took my time shrugging
into this divinity

of good pleasure
the dirty underside

of good work, chin
dripping with sugar

crystallizing down the centerfold
of my torso

light pooling in my cleavage
the soft lust of my need

breathlessly amazed at what
the body can flex

when pushed out of line
when fighting to be exorcised

what I have killed inside of me
to achieve such cult vices

such tiny identities
dead and done away with

to make space
for hedonistic wanderlust

everything I feel
I asked for

every time my breath stops
I cum.