hallus and fallus oh pitty pie
sweet gemstones layered on my breast
looking into my eye from the corner of a room
a deep red plateau on your chest
a mountain, a timpani
an orchestra from the gallows
spread on earth like dirt
muddy watered down brown and rumpus and sweet
like sugary teeth browned and golden
oh sweet joy of good things
licking my aches with my unbrushed tongue
taking down two obstacles with each stroke
like alone time in a red room
but your not so alone tonight
because oh heaven have i found you
and your sweet tangles
all fucked up inside of yourself
looking around the waxed corners
en-caustically bound to your orifices of delivery
