Wednesday, 13 September 2017

howl if you must.

take me on that tangent
that you go on,
the one where we mount
trusted steeds
to ride the high streets
shouting "fuck the world!"
and other noble insults.

take me to the place 
where everything is natural,
where we fill up on spinach
and the wonder of the stars,
pitch rocks into unfathomably
deep holes and in nearly
diabolical thinking, strip our skins
so we can be truly naked.

take me now, while we're dancing.
you choose the music
while i play something
sexy and evil.
within this skin
lie the secrets of the visceral. 
i drag them out
and lay them at your table.

take me here, where the mercies
that you seek must be fought for,
muscles must melt and
beasts must bay at the moon
before this is finished.
it is an irresponsible sky 
that watches over 
our dark acts.

take me to the brink as
the whole darkness 
consumes us.
sink your talons deep
into my breast, for my
sweet meats lie within.
show no sorrow,
plunge deep to scoff 
upon my entrails
before the palsy happens.

take me to the point where
i am tipping.
wicked is the sin that trips us 
when all i feel is
st. vitus dancing
up my spine and our loins 
explode with truth serum
to leave us dripping 
with significance.

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