Wildly clanging bells, soundless--
housed worship withdrawing
senses...your button black pupils
struck dead.
Alarmingly alive, wearing *******
vengeance in pure.
Both Christ and high priest tearing
open your skin, to shed a
blasphemous tour.
Exemplar energy transference,
popped cellophane wrap round
mileages of barbwire.
Eavesdropper, peace-fingered
tongue thru fangs...plunged in
red rondure, swell fruit.
Salival juice, moonlit seafoam --
hard jazz tripping your wire.
Asked to Come again--questioningly
striking, you always come again
on the flip side, straight up.
That notched spine: O sole mio.
Bite till darkness takes cover
in me.