antigen
Your love is
Antigen
In the sickest
If hearts.
The stops and
Starts will be
trivial,
Thick thighs
Wait to drown
Your incessant
Ache.
Your skin
will taste like
Sugar cane
And revelation.
The hell in you
Bleeding through
To light the
Dark in me
Like stars on
The edge of
Oblivion.
Pour into
Me the heavy
Elements of
Lust and need
A greed for you
beyond the
confines of
Fantasy.
You’ve rendered
My pain fiction.
You’ve consecrated
Hollow ground
And hallowed will
Be thine fingers
In my skin
And the glory
Of your body
Above mine
