Bones rise from the soil
under the death of the moon
and in the pale electric light
you bloom like a flower
and open your petals
against the gentle pressure
of my wandering fingertips
and we sleep walk
through dreams of lust
and on tight ropes over furnaces
forging our translucent skin
burning white with desire
and we whisper in unspoken
languages of desperation
and abandonment
and cave into each others rib
and devour one anothers heart
and with bloodstained lips
we lock mouths
and tie our tounges
and taste the flavors
of sin and decadence
and become something more than human
and exchange
and rearrange
and twist from bodies
to souls
to stars
to prayers that make
the gods tremble and quake
and in its last breath
the moon etches our name
in the stars of eternity