Wet Behaviour

Loose and narrow his squivel hips
Torn and down below there ripping abandon
Hot dish in the oven
Dance upon a plate of rhythm
feet tap like drums in the dessert
its time to see the starts shine
the sky is red with desires
creeping over a skull
legs that draw back and forth
a train arrives after the light begins
the rattle of him against her memory
the smile in that brutal approach
the slide of pills down a throat
admire the priest holding
an ugly baby