~blasphemy & behavior
the end always
fucks me
in the beginning
like the second
cumming
between unspread
legs
& organ music
lodged in my
throat
twin shadows creep
a mirror-dance
as we toast wine
to the body
breathing hard enough
to paint flesh
with the sweat
of a deep-red
crocus
or a pale altar boy
lah 7.28.12 ©®
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