The Lost Man Ate of the Fruit and Died, Sweet Victory For His Soul!

[archangel89]

(photo via clothedinsky)


Canonical breaths
sucked deeply from
a fleshy fruit (dare I?)
Juicily trickling toward 
gravity's warm embrace
onto that chin you
have kissed
One thousand lies
Two thousand truths

One truth
Only the skin
This do in remembrance...
soft supple
sweet nectar
Wild eyes feast
...Of the blood
Your blood
shattered glass

Womb of sheets
tossing and writhing
in the warmth
of a sin
sweeter than wine

Holy iniquity
to lose sight
of the One truth
of man
Bow and feast
Her holy flesh 
commands of us
Eat of the fruit
of immortality
drink of the nectar
of true knowledge
Plant your seed
and She will nurture
your eternal legacy