(for "the Boy", the midwife of my death)
Beauty stalks the Lover
Beckoning into death
Sensate seduction
The Mirror
“Look at me!”
“Taste Me”
“Consume Me”
"Become Me"
Dissolve into disorientation
Ouroboros of Eros
Arising from Chaos
Primordial beat of the Death March
Beauty holds the pulsation
Her sword, the conductor’s baton
Objectless desire
Die here
Again
