“Sex with the Devil” by Xoe Amer

Build me a fortress, dearling,
of strawberries, 	of luck
run aground like a dove
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

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.