Ritual of Hedon

hot and close
i scum the moon
in her dusted bell of caves
and notched noir crotch

she got red like a thirsty knife
in flames oval then thin
till the blood candied
into sugar fruit
and I drew strength from her dreams
those teaming gutters of the sun

bimbo boys with tits and thick with makeup
watched startled
through a winking diorama
of jumbling cunts and kicking feet
in shades of lunar water

oh this compulsive dream
me touching myself
kissing her golden apple cunt
tabernacle of liquid jewels
curled split
jam slammed

this haunting mirage of desire
desire; born from having nothing

holding her face
tongue to tears
a lighted loon of sadness
cascades through fingers like bone dust
and i fall into myself

molasse's seep and gather
in a stone sea of wet music

vapor of darkness
mad nag hunger growls
meet me now!