Cult Temples
His heart was a philosopher's stone
that broke down happiness
to it's components
of sex and being alone.
Her skin was the Ouija board
he used in order to receive
messages beyond her soul.
And when they were rapt
in their circle of consummation,
they found the face of
erotic compassion.
Copyright © Jeremiah Morgan | Year Posted 2016
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