Alchemisland

I flirt with you, imagine your girl-goo squirting at me like warm ectoplasm

Around you my marbled mouth dares to verse, first creative spasm of long slumbering mind

Your family and friends I wouldn’t know from Adam

You’re Saddam and I’m an oft-bowing prelate leftover from the deposed regime, I can but relent

Nothing I bring to the table makes that quiet bird sing, trill men’ll violence for that’s kill fourscore for sure

Angel with hint of whore, agent gangstalking my love, your regless black sedan, your edgeless round parts like protection circles

Your mind the church of miracles, demise of empirical the moment of love

Maths men and materialists made mystics inside your gowl

I imagine it like a wolf at howl, wide and ready and wise to man

Man-as-prey, you obelisk-eater, how many Osirises have you recocked like a shot gun

I stalk and want to bang you

From a washbasin outside your bathroom I take pairs of ponging panties, pussy painted frills that scintillate and sin elate

At home I prepared them like something I would eat later with friends

The ends folded, laid out on the clutter-cleared bedsheets like an object of religious devotion

At climax a rush of emotion, a single motion from cock to cornea wipes tears with his cum-veined handback.