Fastidious Twilight

Of fastidious twilight
and sticks and stones
much of me unknown
a hypocrite's tone

throbbing with curse
in obscenity's sequence
guilty pleasures
devoted to omens

playing cranky I confess
in dreams an inkpot ago
disguised with my blue eyes
craving the labia majora

feeling the phallus dance
feeding my demons
with a flip of tongue
why you lay strung  

tasting your daddy
paralyzed by the lies
of fastidious twilight
and sticks and stones