capsules of alluring glaucous green
weeping
milky tears
grieving the aches of mankind

remedial jewels of nacreous latex
caressed
tenderly
by the gentle rays of our sun

reduced into pale and niveous dust
heated
reliquified
perching on an oxidized spoon

a glistening spike reluctantly drinks it
jittery
hesitant
as a child ingesting medicinal syrup

a clammy forearm is pierced by the spike
blissfully
infused
with the most sanctified nectar

the blood and the nectar fervently frolic
galloping
scurrying
circulating vein by vein

alas the aching flesh is untroubled
tranquil
embraced
by an ever-warm blanket

oh the burning bush of desire

with the flames of divine revelation
she kindled the lascivious fire

an immense inferno of lewd invitation
luring prophets to their holy cremation

resembling the carnation nahema
its pulchritude blazed with elation

burning with the ardor of gehenna

her hair red as rust
sharply piercing my skin
tainting my blood
with tetanus lechery

time flying by
during our vigorous daliance
my jaw firmly locked
and my body spasmodic

her lust renders me
utterly catatonic
in an odd rigid trance
throughout my poor flesh

my strongly bound jaw
sealed with ardor
desperately reaches
for the warmth of her haunch

this tetanus shall never
be my ailing demise
for its lecherous haze
is of bound divine rapture

one after another hellbound whiplash
from the whistling infernal crop of sin
administered by the succubus fiend
against my bent back physically aching
yet internally healed by the sinful pains
of inferior flesh so tightly restrained
by binding chains from tartarean depths
so spiritually freeing as is the worship
of carnal sacrilege during sunday mass
religiously devoted to masochistic desire
by unholy veneration of blasphemous lust
bent at the whips and bowed at the feet
of the god incarnate merciless mistress

fly girl fly
above the world
above its filth
we rule the world’s sky

fly girl fly
above god’s throne
above the angels
together we shall never die

yesternight’s pale dream
of a lamented maiden
skin frigid to the touch

her putrefied necrosis
veiled by serene opaque
so white it blinds my eyes

her face of porcelain awakens
and stares deep into me
she sees my joyful anguish

and so begins a song angelic
her lips against my ear

we both fall into lament
and elatedly decay