possessed

from amongst the rock and bone of desolation,
dark garden where thoughts turn to stone,
she comes to me,

through the cracks and crevices of night,
in the broken glass of moonlight,
she comes to me,

Now!

Oh how I want her!
the burning in my nerves,
like a needle in my vein
she writhes in me,

don’t stop!
don’t go,

I am possessed.

At the the altar of my body
she wields desire as a knife,
the sharpest blades,
her fingers, mouth her cunt,
she tears and shapes my flesh,
tattoos my skin with flowers of blood

Oh how I need her!
the burning in my nerves,
like a needle in my vein
she writhes in me

dont stop!
don’t go,
I am possessed.