The soil of innocence remains fertile

Anticipating plow and seed

Unbuckle the stockings and remove the girdle

Splayed legs staring at greed

Vulva of the black earth

Consume my prick in hatred

For I have sinned , knife in hand

And will not quit until I’m dead

Know my sweetness in full truth

White and bland

Your chastity holding back from transcendence

To leave the earth beneath us though buried in soil

You are a stage imposed between god and death

By a jesus Christ who, in hell, pleads and boils

A Memento For Fall

In the shadow of your marble skin

Stained in satin sheen

I recall the Paris spleen

Defilement the only caress I bring

Wanting to love every part of you

As I reach out

My hands are maggots beneath

A gently gilded sun

I unfold rot

Birthing your

pubic fruit

floral mounds as Apollo’s wreath

adorned in thorns. cherry picked

stains are swallowed from your forehead

while the gashes deepen we both weep