Elysium of love…
Hallo, wallow, keep off me, we were no fucking lovers,
we were rivals, competitors, though we slept together,
dropping rough stones of rage in errant desires
it struck deep, it had lodged itself, I swallowed it down.
We practiced hate, both explosive and the effusive.
It kept us entertained and passionate for two hours.
He hadn't lost his girth or his hair or that dark gleam of his eyes.
Tears swam into my eyes, burning there.
It was admirable I maintained that shield
without turning brittle behind it.
That monstrous burning, released me, kissed me
The first rush of adrenaline was gone, in its place was an innate disgust
for anything that crawled or skittered.
The acme of wickedness! He and I
circling a blizzard of marvels and shudders.
A daredevil glittering delirium stewed about us.
No one was permitted to enter though we weren't alone,
spectral renegades flew from corner to corner,
With him I had fancied self-obliteration's a cinch,
why annihilate myself while he ran freely about us?
After those infernal months of spinning like a little stick
in the glorious whirlpool of a cerebral orgasm
its better to get vainglorified, I'd let his hisness drive him nuts
my myness would to be shipped off on a quarantine
one long overdue and well timed.
