King

face set like a flint,
i come to your temple with the urgency of a burning saint—
i’m a deer panting after the water of your brook

i papered my knees at the end of the bed,
come up hither, you beckon
& my tongue responds—
traverse the expanse of your skin,
reaping broken tongues from your mouth

& now i stand at the watergate—
a muscled king, strong & mighty.
open up! & let this king come in.


Shotgun

Your hairs like seaweeds
cover my chest
as you’re cast over me—
Aphrodite over an altar of Phallus.

Our hips match the rhythm of Lil Nas X ‘Old Town Road’,
You, a cowgirl riding a shotgun.

Author:  Adeola Juwon; Photo Credit: Amazon

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Categories: Poetry

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