originally published October 24 2018
Your tongue drenched in gold, drip down on me like mana and miracles, Sunday jubilee. I can build a home out of your arms. Jugó de caña (sugar cane juice),fill me up. Overflow my cup and spill over the sweeter things I’ve thirsted for. Caress the sacred parts of me, making love to all that is holy about me. My temple is yours. Wake the Lazarus of love inside me. With your sweet nectar, spill over parts of you- parts of me, I didn’t know could bend that way. Take refuge in my skin, in my hair, inside of me. Crave me like hummingbirds to honeysuckle. My back arched tongue out, drip your sweet mana and miracles, Sunday jubilee