Carnita’s awkward daffodil scent
he feasted on her energy lines
she wrapped the edge of head
with papyrus napkins
from a forgotten village
squirreled away since youth
his licking sounds disgusted the peace
the men writhe in one single naked pile
settlement grows quiet before the dawn
feminine gaze from second floor portico
divining warmth from the spit of the slaves
her tears chrysalis
the little meat of the spawn
has claws for the bearded prophet