You can count on red-hearted me
to always speak
my stupidest questions.

May we never count
our years of silence
hiding our greenest answers
to questions never mutually voiced.

I gladly promise
to stick my brown foot
in your white privileged mouth.

May we walk together
reassured
our mouths are for healing
and our feet
support health care
compassionate wealth of feelings.

I scandalously vow
to hotly drill you
till you
can’t walk straight.

May we always cherish
our warm passion
for sensually heated sacred spaces
mutually scorching
regenerative impassioned places.