Eves, eves agone
I had bled the light from her mouth
Soft the flesh inside it,
A shy art of labia minor—
I could not raise a god
Let alone savor my own dusk
But praised I was for my first sin
You ask me, do you weep,
Do you repent?—
Was I blessed to do so?
When a serpent is all I am
That had to feed
Even if I had to kill
A goddess' son
As the one, as the only
Romance Impaler (2018-2022)
