Wrapping Around

Opened and up and around and within,

Starving for death and for sex and for sin.

Between two minds, one whole and one thin,

Are my crystalline moments, with opaline skin.

Seeking a comfort that sways and then breaks,

Leaving the land in the hands on my waist.

Candles can make all the shadows embrace,

Themselves in a hallowed and moonlit place.

Skyborn & forlorn, coupled together,

Two bound as one, in a harness of leather.

Ipso my facto and nothing does better,

Than keeping the promise, to never say never.

And if I can kill the same man twice,

Will murdering then become my vice?

Between two eyes, one blue and one white,

My shifting devotion is kept in your sight.

Gratuitous brides permitting their rape,

With prickly pear trees carved into stakes:

A crimson sacrifice they may make,

At first to offer, but then to take.

Decorum, dressed up in shotgun shells,

She patiently waits for the ebb & swell,

Of all the ticklish tongues in hell,

To lap up her secrets, and never tell.

The tuna caught from last night's dream,

Is thrust on you with a twitch and a creme.

Look! Can you spy at the tops of the trees:

All the boys kissing, and growing their wings?

The prognosis; safe, sane, sound,

One fellating idiot going to town.

Between two legs, one up and one down,

Spreading apart, and wrapping around.