She can still feel
the flesh of them gracing
soft across her lips
beauty to weep by,
hard where their minds dwelt
within the womb of her spirit,
their flame drawn to her moth
her silence
how she,
wrapped in her own pleasure,
drew seed from them
with soft suckles
Them both and yet truly
the one really
the one, Ra, from the Latin
educar, he drew from her.
