do you know
how much light you have to have in you
to play in the darkness

ask the lady of the moon
my trilling lover of comatose dreams
scum queen dressed in fallen roses
on her knees

her head a cocked jaw
throat; a giraffes
for shirts of skin and magic wands

she prays to be broken
split saliva jewel
kink clutch
little crying angel
hugging her ball and chain
shawled ass; a trussed cathedral
bound in silk
a vomiting flower of orgasms

her feet bound
puddled black crimson
crumbling at every teasing cuddle
and darkened bite like ghost fire
flame on flame

her rectum; buttered Kasbah dark fruit casaba
i take a bite
red teeth and stretched tongue
adorn the hood of lust
and sink flying
into blood scape's womb
she screams hooked on satin's sex nail
wailing; hideous mirth
and folds sweet and sour
siracha tang

her mouth a gagging river
of balls and oleo tubes
eyes gazing globe video games
cunt, brewing perfume's of delirium
ovum star ships at apogee
riding the glitter rim

my cock
a rabid swoon of towering babble
is full tonight
brimming with white blood
red and trembling milk
to fill your mouth my love
and the bitter honey of my soul