Based on a fiction passage I wrote earlier this week:
I lace a tendril through your gaps.
Across each zone, a lick, a lap
Each flick a message
understood
—
I prey
upon your altar
Holy—
Wholly, drink me up
Arm-crossed cups,
We lift and toast
Rim to lips
Cautious sips
at first
We quaff
then belt
a verse
