She grows beneath his gaze
In spite of herself
Like a rose whose fate has
petals wet with pinching fingers
Dissemination of neurological functioning
that burning soothing sun like Ra.
Her pagan lips, hips and messages sent with broadcast saturation
Of devil’s tails swaying in the moon, a silver moon, a crescent moon, stark white against a black knight, unyielding snow.
She gives it over to him, not up.
Coax some primal yearning that she will not think no of not think go from