Chaos & Seizures

NOT FOR COMPETITION

Older than the minuet in twilight's veins
with an appetite for serpents and monsters  
spawning the embryos before the red dawn
painting crimson shadow undead beneath
a sun of chaos and seizures naked in tongue
on flesh of your salty taste entwined
with a bucket of figs of my divine
dripping the wax of the lantern's cognac
kneeling before the twilight's foreskin
peaking before the rise of amorous thighs