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