Your knuckles frapping my door
like batucada drums on a summer’s night
and I bloom red
my mercurial blood
Your eyes travel my distance in a glance
I feel them clutch my hair
to steer and groove me
like a suspended paper flag

My knuckles frapping your chest
like a siren to awaken the beast
and you grow wild
your animal mind
My bottom travels through time and space
I hold your attention like monarchy
to steer and rule you
like a hypnotised tribe.