Full of you,
unbuttoned
the slick of hair & handsome
salt, carpet, chlorine
a swift hit of
diesel
Joshua, but make it secular.
Let us pray to yucca, to bark
etched with coyote, old ocean
& moon cycles
Let us pray to desert—
that rock—
that spot where we found
gold inside your throat
god between
your hips.
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