my eyes
tongues of desire
a soft gauze
upon drenched red silk
stigmata
a river of marrow
flower of blood
creel of moist honey
hold not yourself apart
I kiss your wound
bell moon
crescent ravine, dark tears
like a spay of stars
arched spine
your raised cunt
like scrambled eggs
curves to the heavens
a steep canyon aching
weeps blue darkness
legs wide in souls shadowed grove
tattooed pistols and knives
pierced by my autograph
for every letter, scimitars plunge
jeweled clitoris ringed
sweet tarnished petal
gashed mouth; flower de luce
memories that burn
blotted like an eye in ink
to fly winged breasts
your face
hieroglyphic of weird
crimson smear; cackle
with feet below hell
wanting to live
like fire in the sky
hot witch riding a broom handle penis
scummed mouth
the world soul destroyed paradise
and your form
hideous kisses
falling red ribbons
i am puddled;
a runny yolk
shameless, for your open hollows
Comments
I like this
It has a definite coiling of images that spring out just at the right time,
Thank you very much I really
Thank you very much I really appreciate that coming from you especially. Im touched !!!! :)
As always...
I find your words conjuring images that only "Killer" should find inviting and yet I stand horribly transfixed by them. "Sir Gee" tells me that we should hide our faces and pay no mind o the man behind the curtain, that he is not to be believed or encouraged. "Killer" will like you.
~Geezer.
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poetry of darkness
Hi Geezer, your comment is of course right on but I would like to add a strange dimension that is hard to comprehend for most, unless already familiar; but a very big part of this write is that the submissive who is the focus of the homicide is sexually excited by the idea themselves Autassassinophilia This is something that emerges in my poetry repeatedly with a host of other paraphilias
Case in point Richard Ramirez a.k.a. Night Stalker . who was adored by many women; attracted and titalated because of his homicidal predisposition and good looks