you were sitting in my garden
legs folded under you, hands stained
with orange juice and apple flesh
fingers slippery on your ***** zipper
and on the earth i was a smear
of pure red, i ran to the horizon
and further still: deep and raw
and endless -
all the bad with all the good
how much of me do you want?
beneath your thighs the grass was wet
your skin was all sprinkled with green
and i could breathe the dew in you
taste the want of a hundred worms
smothering all of yours
your hands were between sticky and soft
and i watched my knees turn purple
until the sun came -
all the dark with all the light
how much of me are you taking?
clearly now i saw you, nature had no mercy
roots grew around your ankles
i cut you free and watched you run
i wore gold for you, wrote psalms for you
like ripened fruit i bruised for you
bled a road going home for you
and i could smell the peaches
oh i felt you now -
all the fear with all the hate
and how much of me will there be left?
uhh explicit tag goes on this because well its about some real bad things. take care, ok