Hang over me the drape

Of superfluous Horror

Aside Nocturnal trapping

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.