Signing the ethereal contract,
we agreed never to acknowledge
the original sin
dormant in each other eyes.
Why weave invisible spider webs
that we ourselves become ensnared in?
Writhing in the silk,
our formless cores to be
devoured by mythological creatures
established by cold hearted poets
rebellious to chastity
in the confused days of God.
The flesh may separate
after a covetous
lesson in anatomy;
but the weight of their
disfigured spirit
weighs heavy under the eyes -
bruising and exhausting.
Sobriety envenomates temporarily, but
we were conceived to conceive -
truly deathless monsters,
you and I;
forever on the prowl.
Let us sign our names legibly,
and rightly keep what is ours.