Friday, September 19, 2014


Friday, September 19, 2014

I bleed you
With both eyes
Not wounded
But scorched
The way
All mortal men
Get when looking
At a god
Sweet Athena
Infecting every
inch of me
no ointment
Oozed over
my tight skin
Can bring
Lasting relief
The ache
Is too deep
To reach
Of how far
I go
Each inch
More than a mile,
A huffing and puffing
Plunge into the dark
And no piece
Of mushroom
And shrink me
As the world grows
Rigid around me,
But I bleed
Even from a distance
One glance
And I singe my soul
And bubble up inside
Bleeding from every
Orifice, especially
My eyes
Crying out of joy
The way all mortal men
Must when they see
What is utterly forbidden
And always lethal
Yet always lusted


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