the ones who raped her
(too much) never
sent any (love) letters.
you, a fire painting skies at nite
i, i an airborn/e burning kite
how come we needed no disguise
felt like magic, spelled just right
i loved bathing in the scented light
in heartflows, lustlegs, sugarcries
with heat flooding our thighs
i sailed – navigating skin, word, flight –
on yo telling, yo beloved eyes.