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.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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