Red Ice

The write was written red ice twice bitten his soul a black clot a faucet for a neck she fell in a crepuscular fold odor of tincture ubus red mouth a snarling kiss a hot hiss chariot a black bite her womb spread wide for a tongue that didn't end nail polished nipples like torn cherries soft gauze tourniquet a slow yield milk petals and rivulets a ghastly confection leaning over like a spilled pot so much for the kitchen gods her gullet a metropolis of jewels forced throat bound on a black cross she sailed on a magic carpet like a vampires fizz cocktail a red ice float of starvation his mind a dead sky a pageant of coiled clouds he held her down she levitated they were in love