Ambiguous Desire

Mongrel, I smell you miles away Returning through the dingy dark From rummaging waste and decay Till you putrid like them, can mark A skunk's trail home. What germ you breed Now to infect my pure desire, O mangy bag of foul, dank weed, You sodom of sulfurous fire I hate your lying promise, hate The harlot cankering my fate. But what bone your slobbering would not drink What dark would I not pull you to the grass I long to plunge in you, the roots that sink Bottoming decay. For time wretched pass 'Til that scent that frown's the nose rejoice my lips And we our two germs kiss, with mine to last Through shaking thighs to your sweet swelling hips Then on your breasts delicious breaks its fast Our two fires burn one sacrifice, and love is found Where the jealous heart have fondled its deepest wound.