between the heart and the entrapment
hands of the father of the thinnest air
will knock upon the door of the sulking worm
with tormented demands
as tormented as the god of reflected passion
where love worships love
where love worships something else.
no blood yet has bleached assassin\'s grime
for tumbleweed and afterthought
on this, the second Sunday of the eye
the heated transcript on tattooed thigh
crawling through wishbones of concession.
death will be mine for the taking
life will be yours for the borrow.
inside the circle of your sea
while mimes the ripples of your endangered beast
the reaper casts my skull in search of crab
baited with the flesh that was once upon a time
the second Sunday of the eye
when love worshiped love
when love worshiped something else.
may your heart keep as busy
as the driest leaves in retreat of inferno\'s flame
where death loves death
where death loves death but nothing else
the nothing else that is death.
on the second Sunday of the eye
when came the second twist of cupids twisted knife;