Spiritually, you and I share a pussy of the mind.

–Kum V, to Anton Cumcre

I’ve never shared a pussy before ours.
Not spiritually, at least.
Physically, I am sure,
several more than once.
So please forgive me my furtive dance,
this terrified push and pull,
give and take of seminal, vaginal,
cranial fluids.

Let’s pause for a moment,
breathe it in, take it slow,
start a cult for those so woke
they sleep deep,
pull them in with your open dreams,
connection and hope and moving forward
before I slide between their sheets
to fill them with fire.

Souls mated, hermaphroditic
entwined in cosmic dreams
of stars expanding before exploding,
a destruction creation in light and energy,
incestuous siblings sharing labia and foreskin
wrapped in testes and ovaries
turned inside out.

Mushroom-headed cliterati
run through with rabid nerves,
dying in vibrant light screams,
the hardest, softest, of buttons
one may pray to button.