I smoke you
and my tongue
tingles from your piss.
I drink your words
from their source;
I am the whirling delirious.
Strung up and hollow you lay.
My bow glides, vibrating you—
you moan in dismay.
Higher and faster I go,
you begin to wail and to scream.
Delirious we both—all has become dream.
Two bees that spin silver
honey come, come together
and drench you in
sticky sweet nectar
that spurts from the depth of my comb.
A canvas painted.
A deed done.
Two formed one--
split now, and one tainted.
The other
has fainted.
