She stuns me
I am erased by her
fleeting bullets.
Orgasms bloom
the flesh dies
sleeps
awakes.
Her hands are hard
they pound
new arousals.
I feed Her chunks
of passion
newly butchered meat.
We are insatiable
the way
flowers are insatiable
for light
only Her light
is a darkly bruised radiance
out of which
my life emerges
one death at a time.
