arousal in the bite of an apple
the corn husks of golden air
shards of pain through fine spinned glass
grasping pillowy down
hot summer aire on a springs eve
innocence of a man
though flesh tainted desire
aquamarine and rose colored sin
through thick speech
and alcohol in a trance
peeled layers of time
and wrought the iron fist
of deceit and despair
proud flesh bares no semblance
in the choir of the angels