on him, the rest of the world, and then one more~

Quick breaths of ecstasy pierce through our minds
Like fertile lances of memory, as history rewinds
Bitterness and resentment echo on a tongue
That plunges and swallows each innocent hung

Sadistic maw of life, destruction reserved
For reflections of souls, who shouldn't deserve
This absolute maltreatment of every living being
Standing between me and the eyes that I'm seeing

Snapping three necks just to paw at my hips
Dismembering bodies to tug soft at my lips
And I'm just as guilty, the rivers are red
With cranberry farmers, their disembodied heads

Bloated in the water as they view us with greed
Engorged upon the promise of propagating seed
I'm elucidating, carbon dating all of our needs

Grasping at redemption and for final absolution
Of the body, what remains after total dissolution?
Your thoughts just smile unevenly
And eviscerate the farmers
Ignoring quantum boundaries
By slicing mental armor:

our thoughts mesh together inevitably, yours are slick with liquid and coil around me, python, fangs sinking deep, pulsing, your jaw begins to unhinge, and i take time to reflect because it takes a while for a snake to swallow an egg that writhes and teases back of its own volition

Shifting sands of time, as he and I construct
The particles and lines of a monument of stone
You readily instruct me to savor his bones
Not as a predator, but as an angel's descent
Forsaking exclusivity just to repent

His eyes are raining grey - ironic, his disposition
Has consumed my dismay, just moving iron into position
We build and we stack, a hieroglyphic vignette
I'd rip the shirt off his back just to lick off his sweat

He blushes magnetically as the glyphs depict a scene
Of two bodies so entangled, towards an end they careen
I watch the rise and fall of the middle of his torso
As he describes his own temptation, pent up like a crossbow

Always imagining, dreams fail to coalesce
In all the years he's lived in this existential mess
An artifact of purity til I begin to undress:

Grasping at redemption and releasing the tension
Of the mind, what remains after the psyche's deconstruction?
My body sways gently
And glides over without panic
To see if I can erode
His monument organic

(yes, this is a journal, it is not worthy of being a submission :3 and it's a historical record! )