pulsing pleasure

 
the sum of darkness
using an abacus
measured in fears
of stinging nettles
teakettles

bringing glory
to the caul
with a needle
of it all

tattooing the face
of death's bugaboo
in twilight's lace

malevolent faith
who eats fear
hush now be quiet
its listening to your heart

pulsing pleasure
eating your yellow with a knife
the elite dine on our nightmares
while we huddle in mass, helpless

raise your torch oh statue
and take a look around you
the land of freedom for some...

isn't her beauty tempting?