"Surface Tension"
i want to be alive for
one hundred and sixty-nine years
i want to be prostrate before the bluest sea
my god is alive in me
my blue is my god is
the ocean wore a long dress
lengths love lisped
cum on my hands and i held your cock
the loveliest cock
little dream i have in which
i stroke you before the world
just me and you quenching
the world sunken
deep niche of a crater hairlined with moss
interstitial fungi
making finger poems out of our pleasure
for so many years i was (i was)
massaging out runes
alone and you made with me
some untold meaning
in this one: fruit softening
in the crisper
in this one: inches of me becoming
bubble
then
farther away
Maitreyi Ray
is a writer and fishmonger living in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Twitter: @itsteensy