A famine to feast on

Like a winter dream, tears coat my blackness
Stallions shine, colouring my midnight

Daggers and cloaks and all wrote desires
Blindfolded fucking, my lovers rough tongue

Lipstick grins, a madden-mare death game
Collapsed poppy fields and red mountain passes

I pause at heaven’s turnstile, a dreamscape
I look deceit in the soul and search the gardens for sanity

Slayer of maidens, dragons of harbours
Hidden from fate’s cast I wait

Twenty vines are ripped and cropped
Nineteen sins of virtue, gluttonous thighs

Pass swollen lips of gratitude
I will not fall or float, fly or flood


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