FIVE

Pump the bloody beats of this organ
the footsteps and markings in the land
search for the being loved within beings
that which isn't

Search through it's foggy history
through the ink stains that state it's becoming
and how it acknowledges through and through
that which isn't

Learn to smell it's parasitical fear
a sexual invitation/ an ode
follow the smell of it's confidence
that which isn't

Hear as it prolongs it's call
the impunity of echoes/ it's caress
and how it sows amongst their voices
those which aren't

Taste it's warmth and tenderness
the embracing promises given
the sweetness of a long lived life

that which isn't