on a mountain
of naked human bodies
draped in honey fire
I taste your scorched unloved
with a tongue of impaled desire
then patiently
dig my way down
through lustful flesh
in molten souls
a thrumming sound
of a pure calint mesh
from wounds and dirt
offerings that hurt
to reach the hearts
of eggs
of innocence
of perseverance
from which all warmth departs
☪︎
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