Spent Up
7/05/2005
the flesh staggers
toward the belly
with every heartbeat,
the end
of a
romance
intercession
with the egg
they pull and pray
- a holy
mess
belly shot
across the bow
Eons of promise
curdles in space
Once the beast has
tasted blood
It doesn't go back
It can't go back
posted by Edward Svengali @ Tuesday, July 05, 2005,
