Towering Flesh

she frolics through the rain whispering love insane her kisses exit through
heart-shaped exit wounds her skin like flesh of angels her blood my catholic
wine it moves slowly through me disintegrates my spine she's got heroin
embraces that I still need to be in I force myself to loathe her so I can
fall for her again her lips are wet with venom her posture's serpentine
she'll touch my arm and flowers grow their poisonous and obscene all her
shrugged little movements an d their despotic majesty in the midst of such
perfection I can't help but feel diseased