Shifting Adagios

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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