Abandominium

Ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur.

He seduces me on Latin tongue and Turnarounds

Or Blackbirds,

Or whatever the kids are calling those pills now-a-days.

He calls them Aimies, just for tonight.

We consume

Lines from the nightstand Bible-

Little broken Aimies,

Tiny crippled Blackbirds.

He says he wants to make me come.

I'm thinking of going until his mouth traces,

A pedibus usque ad caput,

And I'm overrun with Amens.

He expends every drop

From canister,

To thigh,

To thigh,

And back again

Like he's doing whippets for the queen.

Hail Mary, shield your face...

There's blood on the sheets-

Little blood drops on the sheets.

One thousand fingers, veiled and humble

Search for warm places-

Sacred spaces

To ignite,

To rest.

"God, you're beautiful."

"Jesus, you're amazing."

And every word he says,

I think I should write down

For the nights when I'm less divine,

For the nights when I'm revolting.

Tomorrow is The Day of the Blessed Virgin.

Tomorrow, we won't lay communion in our mouths.

Tomorrow, we'll toast with Tabasco and tomato at the dawn of a Holy Day.

But tonight we'll fuck.

And like good Catholic boys

And sweet Catholic girls,

We'll make promises that will

Die in the sun.