Swaying and slinking, a clink of skulls rises and falls with the riptide of her waist, a groove one drowns to.
Her eyes -faraway flames, flickering like collapsed stars
Her almost-touch is a rush of penitents to my temples pulsing, drumming Her flow
She mocks with blown kisses like poisoned arrows
Purring “soon you’ll be home
Soon you’ll be with who has always loved you
And my love is a crushing crossroads that one must-need walk;
for I am sunset and Blackmoon
I am locust ravaging,
Spiders of coughs catching breaths
I am the sword you carry seeded in the neck of your enemy
I am the whisper of a Silence that calls all.
How could you cut me down boy?
Why not instead Lay me down and take your fill?
Be full of grave dirt washed down with Charybdis wine undrank by waking eyes,
Walk my body with prayers to even your Mother,
Yes moon son! She Serves me too!
You see, even the Infinite is stardust in my wake!
Come! Unravel yourself in me-and allow darkness to pierce darkness