“Sex with the Devil” by Xoe Amer

Build me a fortress, dearling, of strawberries, of luck run aground like a dove plunging back into your breast. Startle me with a séance, bend me over at the crossroads and place a glistening glob of caviar in my ear canal. Hand me a fruit bowl of glittering flies, call it love, call a doomed peppermint crush perdition, fuck like you would plunge into a swimming pool - gagging on chlorine, spectral secrets at the bottom.

Xoe Amer (She/her)
Xoe Amer is a Seattle poet. Follow her on twitter @cooltrainerxo.