“Pretty Woman” (Inspired by The Isley Brothers)

It’s always been our place to die, and thus, I perish; and it’s

Always been our place to live, and thus, I flourish. I can’t

Hide myself, a tender love. We’ve baptized the sheets,

Longing to touch. My magical mare, as beauty as soul. We

Perish—this life, afraid to waken. And we’re so dead to

Reason. The dancefloor—our globe, an orb of glitter. I’ve

Kissed a tattoo; and birthed addiction. Sip the Remy, my

Dearest, but just enough. For the miracle—is conscious lust.

I speak to God, my sternest tutor: May I ravish flesh, lost

To inhibition? My Lord, pardon sin. She moves the earth, a

Vocal turn. We’re so alive—this miracle. And never such

Vision—this beautiful woman. Her beating heart, a wave of

Sweat: I taste. We dine the mystic, enchanted—our cores. For

It’s always been our place to die, and thus, we perish.