Parting the Red Seas
Fingertips trace like prophets divine,Splitting the waves where hunger aligns.Mouths like scripture, tongues like sin,Drowning deep, baptized within.
The moonlight drips in molten red,Candles flicker, shadows spread.Hands like serpents, winding tight,A whispered prayer, a bitten bite.
She parts like oceans, raw and wide,A kingdom wrecked, a rising tide.His breath is smoke, her hips are chains,A flood of lust, a hymn of pain.
No promised land, no holy grace,Just bodies lost in time and space.And when they’re spent, and drowned, and free,They beg again—part me, part me.