passions

I.
You have me drowning in
black-heart caresses,
circling ever
around the drain.
You have me idling
in my own arms,
seeking your
festooning pleasures.
You have me
chasing insidious notes
and stanzas;
churning them under my
eyelids.

II.
Take me in your hands,
over your head,
like a boulder;
smash me hard
onto the ground,
god, it feels so good to break.

III.
You hold them in your arms,
and think of destroying me.

blemish

He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch him rip you limb from limb.
Watch as he destroys your golden
idols that were meant for him.
He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch him rip the rivers wide;
watch as bodies flood the shores and
everyone but me has died.
He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch us run through meadows deep
with the blood of earth’s elations;
into dripping arms I leap.
He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch our slippery bodies grope
at each other in the mire
of lucid lies and buried hope.
He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch the population cease.
Dreamy-eyed, he gazes at me,
“See, now we can be at peace.”
He is a god.
Watch him love me.
Watch the emptied earth sing out.
I’m the only anybody;
watch him live to hear me shout.