(exodus 15:20)

i enter you in a hot flood

imagining the exertion behind the first syllabus of my name,
when it is driven out of your lips by the raw force of pleasure.

you punish me with your silver scales! you dry me up and leave me to die!
i tumesce, dead in the hot earth! i thirst

g-d swallowed the sea so
i stuff my holes full of the bloody sand where your feet scraped on shells
and weep for the fish
who wanted to follow you too
(we smell like them)

your sticky timbrel song presses me along
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your moan spurts from the desert rocks at Kadesh
millions of hungry men squeal like holy pigs, nourished by our gush

when you experience some higher state of being
that strips you naked and calls you down:
history waits for you in humiliation
like you waited for history with humility

i spit in your cup and bathe in your anointed waters.

i think of our cells touching each other and the atoms in the non-space between them,
it’s liquid between us, it has soaked everything.
so whether it’s me or us or the millions of generations between,
we are all drenched with the same stuff.