Song: 3 a.m. the dervish visits

by Albert Glover

honey or the whip…ahhh, Melissa

she the sweetest thing
        you’ll ever put
                on yr tongue

in her cave lives
         the secret of the ages

             sweetness rules

gaze into the pools
        of those eyes, guys

toss your ithyphallic
       bronze toy
                there

bind yrself in the coils
       of her amber hair

power?  no    
        breath
                   before death

or else alone with yr bone