Pelvic Grasp
storms sweep and hail drops
like knives
like roses
tender, forcing me to my knees
the synchronicity of your pelvic grasp
tremors with kinetic jerks
destroys with splendor
death
dirge
rasp
in graffitied jails
and darkest streets
deep in dreams,
unleashed
along bruised sidewalks:
she punishes the sky
with her tongue
of violent love
in wind and bone
like the ridges of Toubkal
with jagged peaks
nestled in wind and bone:
these sinuous muscles of our kiss
lingers longer than vinyl