A Taste of Flesh

Butterflies And Gravity Lull Me Into
anticipation Of The Offer So Sweet
Cruelty Makes It’s Way pleasure
Turns Me Over Blue-Scripts
Let The Funeral Condemn
Know The Fullness Of Readiness
To Part Isn’t Meant for
Anyone To Hang Dangling
To The Pleasure Of Sadness
tunnels Down Pour Love
In Showrooms To Display Fullness
beautiful Fall Into Fragrance


July 16, 07 - I wrote this while in Russia