Absolution

Writhe
wicked saint I speak of
Mercurial spirits tainted with thechill of death

We go down tangents
go down slowlylattices build to a crescendo
choke constrict on the insomia

Shelays next to me
could go at any second but don't tremble
to signifyintimacyyearning
the unnecessary scramble towards the contracting cremaster testicals lifting
Orgasm means little death
the death rattle
the last move is hers
he will follow devoutlyunconcerned with anything
but saving nothing
the sage is the smell of vaginal fluid
wear it like a perfume
all the words in all the books lost in the one moment
nodes of existence breath slowly
wake wake shes not awake
i am not awake and yet I cannot sleep

He called her a whore on the fphhone
jealousy will do that to a young mandebiliated by desire
to the point of cold sweats in the night
rolling off clouds of steel coated words
concealed in mild disdain(oh the added emphasis)

The heatiscold air moist like gothic night
goldages forgotten appeals to beauty and all its decadence
the greathealing voice of god speaks from behind the screen
thousand points ofmystery
on the thin calibrated mass produced states of meaningless time
wastedon mediated hyperreality