Take this fractured flame
place it where the winds
impregnate insurrection.
I bequeath you,
my cancerous virtues
task me with your flawless scars
upon this sacrificed reverie
silence erects a Golgotha mask,
bullet-hole irises blink
in wind tube petals
gliding into nocturnal orgasms
as we castrate a naked dawn.
Invoke me with the pain
of garroted grace
into a mausoleum
littered with
origami
nightshade
kisses,
waltz with me
in the grin of a
cerise breeze
my enchantress
of desiring intrigue.
I only really die
in a thousand
eye-lashed tickles
when a simper
never dances
upon you lips.
I have traversed
many portals
inside of veins of
puente de arcoiris
no essence of my
half thump bloomed,
sleep my humble
banshee
till satin séances
skip in the slip
of a central notch
nexus,
as dissipating
cashmere glances
molest my placidity
I am ready
for your judgement.
Bañarte en mis pecados
mientras tragas mi semilla,
Quien aquí entre nosotros;
realmente gana?
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