her bouquets are wilted too long has she slept their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes i saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh i held her in eyes like necropoli laying her on a tomb with a view lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair drove sweet blood to her throat and my lips parted there in the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted my limbs ignite a carnal carnivore on all fours to go an ebon nemesis from torture gardens of dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this two spellbound hellhounds hearts pounding loud racing heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds god is maimed come let us prey to lunar deities that pave deadways twixt the living and the grave amor e morte to cast our feral shadows there we made love bleed on a deathbed shared where begging me to feed to best be were i licked her wounds and ate her rare argentinum spurred her wanton words incurred a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial seraphim fell like guillotines giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies and how our brothers sang amor e morte theirs was a chorus for raucous souls shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains amor e morte unfasten thy masque come skyclad to my arms leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet i yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines a hidden meridian where midian may be in black antlered glades encunted in this forest goddess she whispers my name i buck under flames animal nitrates howling through my veins i ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war with inner beasts unleashed to feast fuck and run rampart in chase of she wolf pacts forged on heat with setting suns i love the night it would murder my soul should i ever fall blind for though thy flesh haunts i keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk s predatory sky purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when i found thee in mist dressed for the sepulchre my demon bride god is maimed come let us prey to lunar deities that pave deadways twixt the living and the grave amor e morte ours was a chorus for raucous souls shifting shape and lifting nape to commemorate erotic stains amor e morte amor e morte more more more more more more amor amor amor e morte amor amor amor e morte