God is a Dyke
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I relinquish my sanity
For my mind is as sick as hot caramel glistening under lasers and smoke machines
Fevered perspiration speckled like blue glitter and hedonistic desire
Iridescent like my shame
I cannot dissipate these thoughts
Wondering how connecting our lips would be like falling into an endless pool
Devoid of drowning
With her mouth, mocha and soft like talcum
With her eyes, mahogany, dark and disorienting
With her eyes, peering into the foetus that is my soul
With every beautiful curl, wild in its artistry
I can bring myself to ecstasy -
Easily
Riding the currents of her imaginary presence
Tracing every curve and indent of her body with my memory
If this is God
She’d wear a white, tank top and a gold chain
The moon and mountains laugh their big, hyena laugh
The clouds shrug in passivity
As they watch her scoop me up with short, unpolished nails and toss me into the abyss
I can’t help but stare open-mouthed and starry-eyed
The cosmos reflected
As I witness life