So pure, and chaste, a taste for
Staid perfectionism in my
Measured tones. Beyond reproach
*
Are eyes that shine with kindness, skin that
Glows and gently comforts with a
Caring touch and honest words
That never give away too much
*
This digit, here, who taps the board
Can you not see her honeyed tip
And know the places she has been?
Her guilty finger points at me
*
And on this palm, so scrubbed, so pale
Has there not lain a pulsing shaft
A piercing liar? Hold it up!
Deflect the shame, protect the lie
*
Between these lips, so rouged, so false
Did I imbibe a drink so sweet
It rots my heart and cleaves corruption
To my shaking shallow breath?
*
But has this quick prehensile tongue
Beguiling in her education
Made an intimately moist
Acquaintance with my lover’s cock?
*
Did primly pressed together thighs
E’er gape more cavernously in the
Secrecy of hungry nights
Till Cyclops grinds my bleachy bones?
*
Fuck this filthy fetid flesh
That freeze-frames death and soils my soul
Cheats, contorts, controls and sneers
As all my best intentions flee
*
