Your eye and Lesbia’s gaze. Where my spirit
and flesh fused, jizz oozed down your face, your clothes,
scraped knees. All this night piece boy grease this strut
of one who sucks godheads. The tomcat knows.
Cats love ruin. Spray-paint’s “fuck grief/ give head”
scrawled with carrion’s love of beef behind
you in glitter pink. “Skull fuck me,” you said,
mouth full of soul. Rasp of tongue on lust, blind
and big like charnel. Scumsuck. Shum ticky.
Ravished gaze. Bloodshot: cum in your lashes
gives you pink eye. I measure this not in
virtue but itches. Choose my salt-honey.
Choose smut. Choose my love. It’s slow. It oozes
into your twilit clit, my godhead’s skin.
“Lesbia’s gaze” comes from a poem by Edith Wharton. “Shum ticky” is a song-title by the fabulous Laura Love.