Cloven

He spied me
Cloven feet halted
dead
And i pretend not to notice being fucked in his mind
under the palm

Ignore me thrice
with your tongue in your hand
painted pink with my smile
Caught of guard
he slit
seven digits into my wrist
and they poured blood
penis 
like a roach
could find his way in
Between a double negative
Melted in a pie pan
Hung out to dry