AnGeLiQuE . . .
lone, bold
white as pearl encrusted bone
black as the damp ground
with suffocating hair
long, immaculate ebon-purple
projecting with psychic process
the thoughts which appeal
tearing with catclaws
the lacerations which heal
and when she arches her back
in zipper reaction my verterbrae
and when he eyes become repitilian
and her canine teeth become needle fangs
my soul cries out in erection
as she is bathed by lightning
as her flowing, shredded,
decaying, black gown flaps
lazily in the freezing breeze
like the sails of an abandoned
Spanish Galleon eternally afloat
as I slowly and exquisitely bleed
she summons me finally
into the ancient charnel house.....
**Written for me by Jim HaniForD 9/97**
