Psycopathia Sexualis (Inspired by T.C. Boyle's Riven Rock)
I couldn't make you love me
But
I saw you bleeding on the floor
after you thought I'd gone
But
I saw you bleeding on the floor
after you thought I'd gone
Want leeching from your pores,
eyes,
lips,
nose.
A garden of rust roses
And scarlet delphiniums
spreading their blossoms at your feet.
Sweet
A garden of rust roses
And scarlet delphiniums
spreading their blossoms at your feet.
Sweet
Baby Lord,
I wanted to lick you up
I wanted to lick you up
like spilled milk.
I wanted to inhale you,
skin white as blow,
veins a pencil sketch.
I wanted to inhale you,
skin white as blow,
veins a pencil sketch.
One day I'll have you.
One day I'll
S t r e t c h
You out
in your garden of blood
and gnaw the marrow from your bones.
S t r e t c h
You out
in your garden of blood
and gnaw the marrow from your bones.
Replace your eyes with shining mirrors
and watch as I kiss you.
and watch as I kiss you.
T.A.B. 4-7-13
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