Flesh flourishing rose velvet devotions . . .

flesh flourishing rose velvet devotions—

 

I am fed secretion from your fingertips, 

              floral Hell;

              tongue                     within a holy chamber.

                                                                          

 

all at once, I respire as a gown of        paradise,                                          

 

             and in the sultry fire of my life,

                                        I am yours                                    

  

arching

for a bloodmilk bathing,

wilting

beneath aching palm     

                                                                                                                                        

                                        with dark promise.