Santero by Robert Beveridge
For Misty Rampart
The divine in pictures, pigments,
the language of the obsessed. Your
delicious nipples made even tastier
with application of a liquor just as pink.
Carve household deities from jade,
alabaster, the scarlet wood found
beneath the nests of sylphs. Hundreds
of the faithful await your next result.
Your payment the fivefold kiss
that lingers, sometimes all night.
You consider how black lace
accentuates, makes whole. Revel
in the purr of the hunter as he licks
those perfect nipples clean, showers
them in something saltier, muskier.
©Robert Beveridge 2018
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Poetry Breakfast, and Third Wednesday, among others.