Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Venus is us


Shoot the Greenman in the head;
This land is ours.
We are children
of lust and sweat,
of blood and sea,
of unwed bodies.
We devour men like sweets,
crumbs on our lips,
But it isn't enough, 


          tape together

the bones, the veins,
the calluses, uncut nails.
You are the sane,                                                                      the insane.
Pour honey on bare breasts;
Satiate, satiate.
Love us, love us;
Venus is us.

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