and i become a dull red c flat

played on a rusted harp

brain frayed and fuzzed

furred over like a cheap peach

and i become a drum roll

each skin beat thrumming

each crackling snare fizzing and popping

like pop rocks and coke

and i become your voice

angelic sexuality

like the sun rose out from your throat

rays and flares spinning and spitting

dribbling down your bare chest

pooling in your belly button

to be supped at by my devils tongue.