gomorrah's fleet

i.
creep your shimmer in
on exigent ships,
ten thousand illicit grins.

you droop the neckline
further, beckon like
next time weaves the current.

pleaded in darting gazes,
shot out beyond those
constellated.

lately, your flights
are dimmer.



ii.
your eyes glimmer
at the mention of the universe
encapsulated;
throwing on a black hole-strewn
sweater—pulled tight—
you dance among the stars.

in time with the pulsing
of the patient sun
you draw the lashes out,
details like the devil
taught you.

your tongue's fork
pitched swell.



iii.
never deal in absolute
zero. your crisp rhythms
won't flow where oxygen
expires. maintain your
direly vulnerable form
here; no trajectory
is worth the risk.



iv.
you twirl once
to watch your hair
react, then again
to watch the world
impacted and set
ablaze.

look, the tower's charred
but your silhouette
continues to
amaze.

let the shower water,
warm as fires in
the tropics, glisten on
your perfect skin.

you're a pillar
of immaculate salt
at the world's end.