My deviant libido
suffers
like candle drips
on the deepest
slab
of marble keeps.
Goddess of rays-
Did I slip
from your quickening
into the mundane
corners
inhabited by
obedient citizens?
Fear can be intoxicating...
for those that plan on dying.
Waiting
for spontaneous combustion
is nonsense-
Guide the match in my lips
to the acceleration
of your carnal fires,
where emptiness is filled
with celestial bodies
and all substances are ambrosia.
