Content warning: This article mentions the f-slur

 

you came wrapped in

that special black dress, in

uniform of the night, my

Blackhole, Blackrocket, Blacklight

my black of terror

of soft light belly under lardy large hand,

my black fag of anarchy

dressed in the shape of my mourning

of my nights, my animal, my sin

my death, my devil come

to drink this Afric’s Moor

like golden milk from my shiny core

take off that little black dress I said

give me that froth of colour

let me punish it, until

the pink is so dark, so it is close to black

the black is so black, so it is close to light,

til our bodies are blown to heavenly bits,

— nothingness.

on those perfect blue sheets.