to whom i would surrender my armies

you are the one
who has made it so
i let go
of the other
lovers

you are the one to whom
i would surrender my armies

you are the reason i no longer fret over staining sheets with blood or wine

you are the voodoo fire to which
i spread my legs

you almost make me forgive the white man for his little invading colonies

you are the man who speaks italian to me as you push yourself inside

inamorata fave te allodo

you are the reason to buy new panties

and why
i can’t keep my hands
out of them