Snake Oil

I would revise my history if I could but right now I'm thirsty he said

I need water, the liquid cellars of sisters, mothers, daughters

I can't explain the way the knots in my neck unravel by the hypnotic twitch of a sisters hips I travel, miles

When the baseline bends its bare ass into my face, but time stops with the subtle swivel of a slim waist

I chased a fish, as far, as semen can swim