desecration and defilement
on a street corner I smelled you
and you looked at me with wonder.
on a street corner,
in the fumes of a bus,
our souls touched for the first time.
there was no time for a kiss.
later... in the corner booth
we did nothing but...
both so hungry,we lapped greedily
out of our minds with tastes,
small knobs of bone pushed through my skull.
a thick ooze flowed from you.
the secret smells surrounded us
and drifted thru the room.
the waiter told us we must learn to behave
as he escorted us out.
needles of bliss,numbed by desire,
now stupid with need,
we howled at the Moon and drew blood from each other.
balls of flame fell on barren desert landcapes
lava moved downhill,
rivers erupted in sweat,
secret muscles clenched ,
a fever took our brains until there was only images
of crumbling idols
and long forgotten Goddesses.
lighting snaked through a window and took us,
searched through the air until it found our heat.
a painting exploded in to ripped canvas,
three candles went out.
there were no final thoughts.
meat smouldered for a long time
but no fire.
the fire was gone now.
later we were accused of desecration
worshipping false images,
and the use of foul chants.
a demon and a witch coupled into oblivion.
our bodies were burned.
but we came back as puppies
slobbering with excitement,
racing clumsily through fields
until we were old enough to do it again.