Calling a Woman

The temptation

requesting of a woman

is a risky profession

she is a creature

of the wild twigs

Throwing your body and loins

in the wasteland

Affects will grow into deep jungle

nibbling the brain neurons to a mush

wherever she goes

slippery slippery languages are danced

words on the edge

of the unintelligible

lights turned off

rhythm speaks loudly

sneering skin promises a ritual

connections are forged

each abacus valued only

for its subtle round shapes

blacklight

blacklight miming

cutting edge languishing

Voodoo torso

sprouts are acquired fruits

seeds to soak in our inheritance

minds faded

they rule over little boys