The hour is slim!

This is the tangled time,

the time that heavy

with want becomes the jaws

for open thighs.

Her tasty flesh renders

the cleft of wet truth.

Persephone can slake,

can shatter my ache,

when, enthralled against

the serpent earth

with legs knotted,

we lay tangled in ancient ruin.

 

re-edit words Tommy Carroll

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