Hemorrhaging Winter's Solstice - with Grace

Of my soul's innocuous behavior dark fragrance
surrendering in poetic submission to the stiletto  
of Mortuary Rose, kisses of Twilight's analysis
aimless reverie awakening my lusting decadence  
hemorrhaging winter's solstice penned to the
bosom of my soul in the shallow shadows of my
mind entwined in bondage to the vulva's guillotine

senses trapped within the salacious desire
pain pierced skin fiery as hellfire
wanting the unspeakable yet fear
the very vengeance of death’s pyre
hung in space dripping with manna
reaching for the ground ten inches away
ecstasy curled lips sucking on dry air