Excerpt from RAW; Poetry and Prose for the Queer, Sentient Being

SOAKED

The moment tasted of
Lemonade-soaked strawberries
A brilliantly drunken,
Bleeding seed.

The walls of flesh held tight against my temples
As she pressed her bridge deeper into my tongue
And her pelvis sung jazz with its movements in the air
And her head fell back as her cervical vertebrae drifted into bliss
And she sipped, then sighed the sweetest syllable
A honey-dripped

"Yes."