Towering Flesh

She frolics through the rain

whispering love insane

her kisses exit through

heart-shaped exit wounds

Her skin like flesh of angels

her blood my catholic wine

it moves slowly through me

disintegrates my spine

She's got heroin embraces

that I still need to be in

I force myself to loathe her

so I can fall for her again

so I can fall for her again

Her lips are wet with venom

her posture's serpentine

she'll touch my arm and

flowers grow their

poisonous and obscene

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All her shrugged little movements

and their despotic majesty

in the midst of such perfection

I can't help but feel diseased