love theory vii

"love is blood and cum"
the wine of life
and the liquor of need

lick the puddle of cum off my belly
while I drink from your well
a would-be pure white wedding dress
lying beneath us
soaking up your wet
and stained
with your blood dripping off of my cock
(it came from your heart)

how did we get here?
what are we doing?
and what's next?
I don't know what love is
but I'm not pulling out
maybe I'll find something there
suck up my liquor into that holy hole
then feel it slide back out
when I'm tired and my eyes are closed
that hole is my only temple
the only thing left worthy enough
the worship in our moments bound and tagged
to the other
(this is the most primal form of love is it not?)

good night, my child
I can't breathe
and I have nothing more to say
it's all beyond words right now
like conscience and consciousness
these mysteries are twisted up in our arms
that are twisted up in each other
you full of cum
and me left panting and
momentarily soothed of the burns
there'll be scars later surely
(I love you)