a small crescent appeared on your wrist as i held you
i was mounds of dirt, of a sandstone hue
caress me dirty caress me true
undead undying i stand anew
i endure my killer in your embrace
you smile and smile and smile as
poison rims your lips,
and my head swims with lies
my mouth gaping at the sight of your beckoning
you swallow the sun in a great ritual
and spout a glorious paragon in its place
like a bride, i am soiled
at noon, i am felt
