A writting of mine...
You want me to consume you
to reap the idle nerves and barricades from you
to obliterate the Sunday-school perceptions of what is right
and what is true
away from you
torn in two
Torn down the seams
like so many guilty dreams
that make you sweaty
with remorseful mornings
fingers clutched in your wicked gates
and halted breath
"I am guilty" you gasp
So why aren't you guilty?
Why aren't you pleading for your soul?
A hole
that desires more than anything
a filling
A filling of viscious
and delicious
serpentine passion
"I want to bite the apple," you say
"Sin is soooooo delectable"
Amen
Why can't you tear your eyes away
from the narrow pupils of the wolf?
I howl and beckon at the deep yellow
Her magnitude
magnified
in my eye
and it won't die
this eagerness to fly
above the abyss
abandoned
for so long
Amen to purity
And yet, the purity
of the deep shadows is absolute
where my growls and muscled silhouette
draws you further
and further in
"I want your teeth upon me," you whisper with a shudder
Admission
the first step away from your division
Draw me further
and further in
with this pagan ritual
A statue framed against Greek flames
and vines
Marble eyes
that watch with gratitude
"Someone remembers," says the god of wine
"Someone still partakes
with no trace
of self-denial
the supple
burning
yearning pull
and gnashing of teeth,
swollen bearing of blood,
crying for the milk of the man
that The Harvest brings."
And the god's eyes watch
urging
arms outstretched for your gift
of sacrifice
this sacrifice of all claimed holy
I touch you with an open hand
and scream desire through my eyes
Crystal blue
staring back at you
"I want to reap the fear from you with anguish," I say
"I will reap your independence of flesh from you
You are mine
and yours."
And now you hear it
the wolves' beck and call
grapes and fucking partaken
A new Athens in our moonlit sheets
I laugh
and you moan
and we groan
and howl together to the moonlight
claw your way through the cotton ripples
rolling fields beneath
moan
as the serpent feeds the apple
down your pulsing,
eager throat
now so eager to swallow sin!
every drop
sizzling
inside you
the smell of The Harvest permeates between us
thick and heady
like soil in the rain
and all pain recedes
at the wash of Olympic lust I spill within you
Now you are wanton!
now you are woman!
truly, at last
the way primordial molecules intended
the animal unleashed with hackles raised
for the first time
sublime
as you scream
for my long, muscled dream
to penetrate
to violate
the laws you once held dear
painted white with my grace
and breathing hot on my face
you stretch and buck on my sword
"give me flames!"
Let your thighs
clutch my vine
forget all that is asinine
forget the world
and all its crimes
declare with screams and moans
"YOU ARE MINE!"
Taste my wine
and drink heartily
relish in the bosom of our lust
as I baptize your breasts with my lips
Cry "gods alive!" as I pilage you
throw hands above as I consume you
all thrusting
fucking
absolute abandon
let hunger and depravity become your religion
The moon smiles, satisfied
I bend you carefully upon my rigid altar
"Beg for my sin again"
I command
"and I will howl
obligingly"
Sip the wine, dear vixen
as you join the pack
The divine, we children
will be taken back
Full lush moonlight
entreats us to The Harvest
and our new path of ecstasy
lingers bittersweet upon the tongue
Now lavish me
as I lavish you
and let's howl as one
to the smile.