Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trapping Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstasy The crimson stream That flows from you Magnificent, Supine, Red heaven gapes at me Dragged across putrid ground Mother scorns my glove A vile red heap I gorge my selfish dream Polite garden party
If only they knew
Lick the eyes To make them shine Peel the peach Cold with time
The weight of fantasy That is not even mine Smell her wounds Rich more than wine
The crimson stream That flows from you.
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