Purdah

[Mopkins]

Oh baby fuck me harder(little less conversation little more action... howabout extending with a bit of fast furious frantic forever fervently fantastically ferociously)
til the blood comes out my mouth (eww blood?? something more delicious would do nicely - ambrosia honey dew soma kava opiates pychadelics)
for I am meat
for your exalted hands
to shape into amphora ash (hhmmm ash? maybe shape/scuplture/form/hollow/chalice/womb?)

Don't wait to ask, I
invited you in with downcast eyes (downcast? maybe submissive/willing/adoring/glazed/dilated/begging/pleading?)
and you heard me beg
through lips swollen shut with
truth-coloured candy stitches(oh the rainbow of truth - stuns one into silence)

Door open means kick down the house
let in the flood
with bloated corpses rowing paper ferries (whereabouts? silently sweeping down the styx? or such?)
past Charon's middle finger extended(on the palm awaiting payment?)
seven times circling Elysium (with holy dread and closed eyes?)

Drive out the me, possessed of
clipped pennies and vagrant dreams (huh? clipped pennies? wtf? clipped tickets/banknotes/passes/permission slips/invitations/passports/)
and transfuse essence of god
in whose image the sins of man
spiral endlessly to Samarkand

noice bit of fucking freely on ferries ta for the quick mental root