Allow absolution the blasphemy
Parting my pregnant lips.
You declare you are named
For a prophet,
The king’s favored
Interpreter of dreams.
I know your name.
A slip of the tongue,
It dives beneath my hems,
Unlaces the seams,
Leaves me undone.
Incisor savoring
Flushed neck and expectant mouth,
Opiate undulating.
Granting my greedy seizure
Of all I demand.
Edge steady,
Whisper the crescendo
Of rooted oscillation.
The chords reverberate
Mine. Now. Again and Again.
You know my name.