Excerpt from The Seed:
Luxuria
i ache to satisfy unquenchable thirsts
urges carried on restless winds
cravings that trickle and drench
in soothing, honeyed flows
how long until again
i can tangle with the two-backed beast,
or bathe in a crush of flesh
baptized in angels,
debauched and sacred…
a knot of legs and arms without edges?
all of it
without the itch of impulse
lumbers and skulks
inelegant
misshapen
gruesome, in fact
alive, but unconsidered
anoint me with Y our oils,
and i will light, a lamp,
yet keep my fingers for other aims
overwhelm me with desire
the fierce hunger to bite each other bloody
the naked urge to pull Y ou into my cells
dispensing chemicals
seeping into skin
echoing devastation
spilling sex like blood
You are Europa, Pasiphaë
sacrificing all for Y our refreshment
peering out on the sea of flesh
through cobalt glass
You are the Alchemist.
and i pray, delicate Love,
lead me into gold
I long for the need
thirst for the want
pine for the desire
to gorge my hunger on Y our soft cakes
to draw every carnal thing
into my throat
swallowing its succor in sensual drafts
my weakness for wantonness gives me strength
its rituals call me with Eyes
make me more than i am
more than a Carpocratian
or Epiphanius’ fool
more than a wild, unchecked brute
but desiring, brutally
more than a Bacchanalian priest
absolving chemical appetite
with angelic alibis
intimate with Gods
consumed by the Rhythm
pressed against Y our baptismal thigh
allowed at last to resonate,
scorched by obsession
by this tinder, violent thing
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