overcome and turned to water
not stone but water
Put on a sexual mask
and slip through a mesh,
defenses dropping and raising
over and over
Erotic paralysis and mild scorn
geologic compulsion and
inviolate decay,
don't you just wish
dream of candles and gas masks
interlocking fingers and
flowers on tables, selfish panic,
lazy terror
dropping beads of sweat onto an
electrified mesh floor
hands and knees, a four-point
pillar
to be a Cambodian petal in a
sanguine swelter. The envy.
Slaughter cows and sheep. Dash
them on rocks, slice them with
your fingers.
Lightly licking your face's skin curve
There are dragons underneath
the earth, in caves, in tunnels
"He turns into a right bastard
when he doesn't get his way"
Poppy eyes but a putrid smile.
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