Transversal: Touch

[immortalita]

The heat of touch taunts and haunts The Worm,
Shimmering down the whitewalls of memory,
A glistening slime,
That layers the rime,
Slicking the inside with sanguinity,

Smooth hands caress and coddle The Worm,
Sending pulses through black halls of fear,
Resounding drums,
Shake the halls in thrums,
The spidery dapple of lust appears,

Eyeless faces kiss and cozen The Worm,
Graying out the gluttonous repasts,
A libertine touch,
That awakens the clutch,
The Worm slips into the halls of glass,

Frenetic cords envelop and cradle The Worm,
Urging idyllic faith and devotion,
Enticing undulations,
Carrying silvery salvation,
Driving The Worm to evulsion