Alchemisland

Once upon a sultry molten vine-succouring choking summer

Oil spitting out a sump. Bitten ground yielding to a pump

Vampires seen abroad in broad day, wearing gimp stuff

Pigflown skies, flyblown thighs the price of sleeping outside.

You brandish my lust like a hind-bound brand above a bovine rump

Brandy and crushed candy that Wonderland’s strand’s excuse for sand

Banded like sandalbounds her method of canter and bound

The cathedral of her, I am Canterbury bound.

Her candour expands my world’s span

Beyond what my hands can trap.

I imagined her inured to my dull pleasure, a jaded satrap

Reduced to chaining to lampposts her household slaves

I imagined her softness, like fucking a jamjar

I imagine that she tastes like:

Cave light, Amontillado imbibed, barely surviving

Caramel, sadness, Saturn, shadows

Titanite and martlets.

Her pale skin the lamb carpet.