Thine eyes will not rest lest they perish for want

of basking in the covetous horizon, where succulent lip

meets effervescent dew of life-breath.

Rise and fall of sun and moon pale humbly,

begging your forgiveness for not recognizing

the vortex of your core as the center of the universe.

Toxic be the river that rushes the deepest pools of

your abyss, bordered by milkey flesh known only to

elite skeletons whose graves remain unmarked.

Hushed be the boughs and birds when wafts of

spun gold grace the breeze, sparkling on gossamer angel winks.

Twinkling, tugging, teasing, torturing,

delighted in tattooing unattainable orgasms in the name of pleasure.

The rusty nail of rapture has pierced me. My blood is infested

and gorging with desire. Lust be my only bedfellow 'til dawn

smiles me clean and bathes my swollen breast with a death-kiss.

Within, my burdens silently erode consciousness of truth,

yet I remain chaste and virginal, moist and missionary.

Wanton yokes and chokes my parched soul.

Bleeding and raw I wither without.