Hang over me the drape

Of superfluous Horror

Aside Nocturnal trapping

Wallow in my Art

Crying and dying

My sexual ecstacy



The crimson stream

That flows from you



Magnificent, Supine,

Red heaven gapes at me

Dragged across putrid ground

Mother scorns my glove

A vile red heap

I gorge my selfish dream



Polite garden party

If only they knew



Lick the eyes

To make them shine

Peel the peach

Cold with time



The weight of fantasy

That is not even mine

Smell her wounds

Rich more than wine



The crimson stream

That flows from you.