Jun 042015
In the flood-blooded ruck of sex
When opened veins
Cry out the cock-cursed witches' hex
And hazel pains
Of the smiling vagina's sprawl beginning to wax
Blood-flooding open

When we crawling two cross and cry out
Electric, alive
In the bed's church, heterodox and devout,
Praying as we lie
While the sucked pale moon scuttles out
Crabwise in skies

When we growl God-glad in warped bed's cage,
Devout in dark tiger pounce and lovers' bright rage--
What shocks shakes shoves
Between we blood two on the semen-draped stage
That is not love?

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