window shopping through
the windows of the soul
i’ve been here before
and i sense you have, too
do you act?
or have you been burned,
learned, sticky hand hacked?
come impose the divine way
on my bedroom
topple the leader
and rule me your way
mix our mediterranean genes
see what empire emerges
from the sheets
i’m melting like a witch in rain
the lust beeps in my head
like a ventilator alarm
you look fluid-overloaded, boy
i would heal you
if i could.