The Flower
there is this flower
serene, beauty in plush
fertile ground
a garden that
gives birth
and calls with
haunting enchantment
hear her screaming lulls
beckon
lay beneath her petals
pluck them, but
beware the thorns
and their guise
for spring is alive
basked in star's glow
for winter, she bites
and her touch is cold
when you drink the nectar
she will subdue
and this flower blossoms
before you
open
stretching and twisted
her pollen
is potent and wicked
from her center honey drips
burns through the skin
your hide is worn
anoint the wounds
she'll slither in
the stem is a noose
lily seems
so pure and white
but she is frosted
her roots, a vice
veil of dirt
will cloud your eyes
she is open before you
writhing
gaping, porcelain thighs
this is woman
her stench is sweet
in beads glistening,
devour her core
she'll take you down
when you dance
with it on your lips
pools are cracked
tears whip the side
talons from her hips
this spell pours out
seeping through the spine
ethereal arch and mold
cast about wire veins
and jagged ribs
encase the devil's pulp
feel her wrath in waves
melt
this thing that hangs
swells in mocking guile
taste sin's nectar
kiss the flower,
red and pink
in all hues
kiss it deep
caress the box
with insatiable fire
moist embrace
feel yourself sink
before her grace
through the folds of skin
and flaps that engulf
unbridled
she can not be denied
wine spills
from the pore
but drink it down
numb and loose
fall
glide through
the winding path
succulent fruit
has spoiled
now you rot in my mouth
come undone
stifling rose
you prick the soul
cut me open
thrall, on my knees
before her majesty
i bleed from your sting
this flower has won
me
Mourning