This picture is entitled Cracked Sun Gods.
Lip Service
Kiss tripping
on cheek and neck
as lips warm
passion's path
and wisps
of smoky flesh
wrap around bare thighs.
(Breathing on embers
make them glow.)
My tongue
catches you on fire
and too soon
turns you to ash.
Consumed, you crumble
and are gone.
Embracing ash,
soot powders
my body
and I wear you
as a sacrament.
(God never tasted so good.)
You mix with
tears and sweat
becoming blackened streaks
leading to thirsty eyes
that will never
drink you again.
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