Scorpion


I was born into law   
like law remade
A tapestry of pen strokes     quietly unraveling               
A man     asks me to please
forget myself and bend         
into the bathroom the way
he does     he wants     me
naked in his home     in his closet   
his attic     his den
In the mirror
I sing to my hair     I beg it to grow
I wrap it around my knuckles
A man     unbuckles his belt
I await my instructions     on live television
A man     is his own definition of freedom
A man     weeps into the camera
America laps at his chin

A man   
            doesn't know
      what to ask of a feeling
                        wasn't taught
                        to swim
                                  Water flows     
                                     from the source to my
                               shoulders to my     
                         cock to the floor
                   I push the polished stones around
                                                            with a dainty foot
                                                                               blend with sea
                                                                  I swirl the goblet     taste the air           
                                                 I sit poised on my throne
                                                                        with two swords crossed
                                                                                                before my chest waiting
                                                                                                                            poison at the ready


 
 

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