I found a man and brought him back,
he said he can cure insomnia,
boost eyesight and achieve nirvana.
After five kisses and three shots,
my left brain circuits re-wired, and our eyes
saw swirling feminine fantasies. The next day,
I latched a gentle kiss over his cheek,
and watched him grow wings in my daydream.

A week later I found a man and brought him back,
he said he can cure psoriasis, strengthen
scoliosis and grant divination.
After four kisses and two shots
his hands oiled my scales and sealed my pores,
our senses were as thick as seven layers of skin.
The next morning, muscles peeled off like flakes,
our God-like spines were almost C-shaped.

Last night I found a man and brought him back,
he said he can cure heart failure, unclog
obstructed biliary duct and practise necromancy.
After three kisses and four shots,
he put his heart in my ribcage,
two hearts beat faster than time
my body expanded from fluid overload—
and I was resurrected at noon.

Ismim Putera (he/him) is a queer poet and writer from Malaysia. His works can be found in Poemhunter.com, Anak Sastra, Prismatica, Eksentrika and Orris Roots.

Twitter: @ismimputera