she-cyphered—-
me me me
the cyber-siren
poetess
calling you to worship and absorb to
sacrifice attention attention arousal be my
cult cult followers watch me watch me read
me read my how to sleep with textual-sexuals
verses verses you verses me damn you damn
me me me
the spells
divine entwining limbs akimbo dare you
like my panties panties nipples hard so
give me give me give your gaze to get my body
body of work work work it work me good and
hard taste my tits through sighs and watch
me me me
lifting
abstract thighs in theory, grabbing swinging
analog ankles to digital sky-high similes for more
on how to twist my arm to tangle digits in tendrils
of auburn clouds my untamed tresses in messes of
altered states to taste the neck of
me me me
lick my
selfie cleavage syrup sweet, always from
above in downward angles gives you power
perspective to tower tower tower over the
deflowered fractal mandala of light that is your
your source your force and force
me me me
on my
knees knees knees to crotch-level levitate your
at-first-flaccid mind to rigid heights while you
you focus on parts not places not hearts nor faces
you turn all your retinal rods and cones on rolling
pastel hills and valleys the cyberscapes of
me me me
read me
pet me wet me make me pretty please you
pretty please me tell me like me read me weep
me poems of poems and crime to buy my books
my books my looks to help me steal back love
for love or search for
me me me
spread me my
pages
stroke me my
words
love me my
poems
my
poems
my
poems
Noël Fagerhaugh is a former metal worker who now teaches writing and critical thinking at community colleges in Oakland, CA. She proudly admits to having too many hobbies and not enough ambition. Her most recent pursuits are perfume making and playing piano. When not hustling for classes, she hikes the hills around the SF Bay Area. Oh, and she writes poetry.
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