Your chest is branded in sinuous ink
Expanding contracting—projecting crimson instinct
We invent new libations to worship and drink
We flood our minds with dopamine every time we blink
Your pulse is erotic fierce and hypnotic
Ensnared by leather you project power tectonic
We conjure a symphony bold and supersonic
Your palpitation and elation are exponential and hyperbolic
Gyration and animation stimulate thirst for emancipation
Crimson instinct manifests as an omen of liberation
We craft new prophecies and new iterations
We sink spiritual roots in an age of devastation
You have become a recurrent muse for the verses I write
Your virile presence resonates inspiring insight
The power of the dance floor reverberates through the night
I imagine you dancing under a staccato array of light
We arm ourselves with love empathy and compassion
We meditate like the Buddha but we fuck like sex vixens
We build power to decimate the chains of this system
Your crimson instinct lends its fire to our new rising religion
Both visuals are images of Yaz >> @boundeagle1 on IG or twitter
top photo: @original_matt_spike >> bottom photo: @domdirekt for @tenforfifty
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2021
