by Sex and Death
This seems to me to be more in the nature of words for a song than a poem for reading. If it is a song, you might mention that as a footnote. It would alter how I approach this work.
This left me with a low, buzzing feeling in my belly... yummy! Like I should be sitting on a front porch, listening to an old man blowing a harp and singing this ole blues tune. It feels timeless, like something calling me home.