the eyes of Bobbi Starr

 

This upward glance holds devils inside

the gaping mouth beneath it is the portal through which the seed is defined:

sacrifice of sin, unto childless Luna,

Babalon incarnate,

devourer of the bloodline.



I will pour unending rivers down your throat

- o wicked dream! - maddened by the sound of your cruel and seductive eyes

as you stare in silence,

wide-mouthed.



You give a man desires akin to being tortured.

Your beauty is the kind to cause kings to lash out in genocide,

or carve out their eyes with daggers in desperation.



O, to fancy you would revel in such mischief!

In my dreams I see Bobbi’s ass as she walks away

from a nunnery gone mad

with lesbian lust

from a kingdom jealously burned

from the ghost of Helen of Troy



and it looks absolutely beautiful

and cruel.