Nonsense

at 3am you were the buddha
and when i woke up you
were a bee

you asked why i was in
love

your legs faltered and
my body fell against
a wall streaming with
milk

you became a jug

then you kissed my
lips, helpless to the
moans rounding my
breasts

i am hell
kin to whiskey
ubiquitously
muffled between
my legs

a drunken fear created
from a slaves coffin

my feet his tombstone