Angels Gather Here: inhaling sin’s gift beneath the desert moon where the mouth of erotica...
inhaling sin’s gift beneath the desert moon
where the mouth of erotica spills incandescence
over the sand’s silk that paints me —;
subduing the fire of the arching roots breaking —
bone and sinew shaking — ready
to bury me in pleasure perplexing,
with graven prints on marrow’s stone,
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