Raptus
Mares are articles of beauty, saddled for the wild ride;
they lash through thorny undergrowth, where pain
is braised in unctuous hot blood.
In screaming wounds the sun pours her golden
hairs -- these threads rich in venomous preserve.
My bleached corpse fades into a cloud of
scaly parchment and wavers soon as a fluttering
swarm into the heavens to hail their seething
lust.
they lash through thorny undergrowth, where pain
is braised in unctuous hot blood.
In screaming wounds the sun pours her golden
hairs -- these threads rich in venomous preserve.
My bleached corpse fades into a cloud of
scaly parchment and wavers soon as a fluttering
swarm into the heavens to hail their seething
lust.
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