you know the night time
is the right time,

to climb endless walls built
on euphoric chills creeping
through previously unbent
spines that almost snapped
ecstatic

you know the night time
is the right time,

to bury apparel beneath the
floor for the sake of advocating
flesh-on-flesh encounters
that last longer than the
stimulated member that
burrowed through her
soul

you know the night time
is the right time,

to allow the other you to
finally surface, to stretch
the skin on your bones
and dig your enamel into
something licentious and
sweet

you know the night time
is the right time,

to be a carnivore that seeks
out every tiny bit of meat to
devour, whispering weary
hymns, long and low, to the
one who summoned you to
open up and bare your blunt
teeth

you know the night time
is the right time,

to float and sink and fly and
swim to your desires, crashing
against the shores of head-
boards with the vigor of a
sea fervently impassioned
beneath a sultry Summer
storm


you know the night time
is the right time,

to declare your lack of
autonomy, your dependency
and enslavement to the “one
you love”, to slip out of your
fake resilience and just let another
dissect you and wear you out
until your depletion is also your
renewal