I’ll be damned if I have to explain to fools what I see in their eyes

Never mind the
the lunar mist
salt air, sea air,
heavy breathing

The weight of hooves
or is it wings? in the night
it’s hard to say

love or drugs
either way I learned the formula

Her breasts
in black lace
              black as the blood of sacrifice
                              which is dark red

The irrevocable left unspoken
as contrast

like a grenade exploding in a field of grass skirts