De Sade Soliloquay

Hang over me the drape Of superfluous Horror Aside Nocturnal trappings Wallow in my Art Crying and dying My sexual ecstacy The crimson stream That flows from you Magnificent, Supine Red heaven gapes at me Dragged across putrid ground Mother scorns my glove A vile red heap I gorge my selfish dream Polite garden party If only they knew Lick the eyes To make them shine Peel the peach Cold with time The weight of fantasy That is not even mine Smell her wounds Rich more than wine The crimson stream That flows from you.