GoSssshh...

Sweet Jesus.. Gosh... pardon my sin
My lips shiver as I sip your blood
Hues of Monsieur Carpaccio taint my throat
Wont question if my prayers go unanswered

Must I mummify a butterfly
Being a servant of my lucid violet yearn
As I cracked a walnut to have a glimpse of your lungs
A black daisy at my backyard laughed

I caress you; I comb your dizzy mane
And you postpone your silence
Between stanzas of juxtaposition
I ostensibly orgasm

Candles slowly fade as hourglass bribes
Its smoke canyons up as i dilute my dreams
She initiates preludes to my nightmares
My last supper followed by the last scream... Gosh