night,
after night,
you
pulsate
inside me,
yet still hand me
cobwebbed
rainbows
in the open
light of
day.
you push
mirrors to my
face
while i,
recite sonnets
of
original sin.
lost in
dream
and
deception,
denying the
Self of
memory,
shame
and the treacherous
truth.
as you
flood me,
i am
submerged
in the
opus
of
my own love songs,
unaware of the
numbing
existance
that
travels between the
burning
bodies
of your
surreal answers.
tasting my
flesh,
whilst drinking
my soul,
i wilt,
in wasted carnal worship,
as you relinquish my womanhood
to a place of eternal mourning.
ashes 1999