[All the While the Power-Play]
You look so pretty today,
like an
undeniable, undenied happiness,
& the
power-play,
the night
before the
last we
spent together,
was
predictably pleasurable,
releasing the
most molecular
of myself
into the wide, culpable
fauces leading
down into the warmth
of your
core-
-this was
the day I found myself
face to face
with a woman I suddenly
didn’t want
nor wanted to be wanted,
if snakes
were perpetually made in
the image of
you,
they’d
strike relentlessly,
unprovoked,
the friends
you’ve scattered
like the plagues
of old,
have returned,
reconciled in our
confederacy;
the isolation,
the biome
exceptional for
conjuring slaves,
has grown
dense & rich
oasis-
-now you can
go,
& as you
go, you should
know your
power-play has
played itself
into predictability
now serpeants
made in your
image can be
exiled from this place
in me,
or stand
petulant to be
cut down to
extinction-
-from [UnderStudies]
Poem by Dontrell Lovet't
Photography by Nosmot Gbadamosi
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