In thy heathen temple

Mimicry of the lead heavens is foreseen in the lake…

Amidst time’s neurotic drippings

Lye echoes of hearts in splinters.

Your wise witches cast endarkened spells

And stich it anew,

With Eros’s arrows they tattoo your barcode upon me,

Accusing my sins of innocence in twisted pastels.

The fickled thoughts that roar inside me are

Infinite deeds to be enacted upon thy lustful stage…

The icon of you bestows the articulate

Judgments of the blissful flesh;

Thy lips entrap me with the sweet

Shackles of burgundy lipstick,

Forsaking my DNA to vagrantly roam

In thy feline body’s ambrosial jail –

A mesmerized universe quivering

For all time in thy heathen temple.