English Poetry · 14. September 2022
To devour you, my love. Inhale, inject, impregnate Your filth placed on my tongue, Pedantically seasoned With various diseases, A cure for you, my love. Wobbly tumor chest To digest By a little girl: The flesh of a pig Must be fed with pearls. And praying to your name above, We hover. Ripping, dipping Each other's folds With our teeth. Only souls intertwined in my stomach Will make our rotten bodies steam. To suggest a deal for you, my love I'll suck all your torture in, Bones scratching...