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

☪︎