Black King

In between the mortars, the bricks glistens from the many eyes of windows. The curtains calls us in. You pull the lamp out its socket. We are no longer like the day. The walls darken. You touch me & I rise through the tunnel of my spine. I travel nowhere in the back & forth. Skin shattering,  sweat splintering,  closed eyes, fallen stars, an ajar body of trembling words. The moon moans, pulls us under her gravity. The rocket ship is this bed. It catches your rhythm. I clutch your crown. Here, you reign.

-Juju Angeles