WHEN I CURDLE UP TO YOU
I’ve grown to drink from drains
Where the sun’s coarse voice
Gurgles like gargoyles spatting
Forth their sultry offences
It makes my skin waver
Then crawl backwards at length
And longingly cry out
Shackled, Sumptuous sin
Begin and again
When I curdle up to you
My milk, like drained sequins
Cries out -
A crownless thorn bequeathed to you
Who said it would be forever
When the lips of the grass blades
That sing upon my lips
Curtail this lull a bye
With blood and lust?
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