An embrace of splendour

Amorous blends of strapping

synthetic leather bent

Ne’er across mine streaming

thoughts

Have matters of it crossed

Futile all thoughts, all dreams

At this point all fantasies cease

A mere part of this material stock

Moist orifices in peripheral

matters

Eyes ne’er lock

I ask not

I insert my lot

Dare You leave a bloody spot…

This home for stock

In passing drawn

and brought to the brink

of quartered

Or rather cleft in twain

I care not for Your writhing

or cries or tiers of tears

A flagon after flogging

A brief discard

A pause

A preference to entertain this insignificant

thought

As lesser equals

Share these dregs

Then a single hope that pestering

point

That I am yet to seed

Gaia’s scorched earth

Upon this bound carcass

I’m briefly sated

Time far better spent

This cover without content

Bothering not to judge a blank page

This ink now spilt and none

reserved

Discord, then discard, no discourse,

dare not drip even one

This a bestowal, undeserved,

Brief colour change and pace,

Then to what is of import

I’ll make my return.