I was so young. Just born fresh really. My flesh was as tight
as it could manage itself around me. Somehow
this attracted your gaunt wrinkled fingers; your corroded bones
found their way into my new home.

You tickled until you found the right spot,
and then you prodded until you drowned out
the stops.

You made a holy body
laugh it's way back into the womb.

Who knew safety
was never real? And yet
it would be worth more than
the King's jewels, Made in China gadgets,
and hell,--

God?

You took every intimate secret and made it public.
Shoved a black crystal into my heart, like a child
stuffing a cube into the star shaped gap; positioned
it just right so that every horror would
reflect from any light.

You penetrated the silence of night
and the pleasure you inflicted with ease
lingered for life.

The sweet and subtle pricking
caused ripples that would prevent
me from ever being truly satisfied.

To hell with your lovely disease;
your seductive ways in resuscitating.

Your plague shadow
remains a smeared blotch on the wall
of my humanity.