Slurping Off Ian's Cock
...when Desperation takes hold
just can't function no more
tumbling DOWN with desire
smothering SENSE and all hurt
so love, love will tear me apart again
yeah love, love like His Touch on his boy
love, love like a hole that gets filled
love buried unspoken in dark fields
love like a fuck, (straight), from a Dad
please love, come rip me apart again
Apologies to joy division.
These words are the result of incest re-experienced years later as self-destruction, not a request for incest, a praising of incest, or a pornographication of incest. It's about hate enmeshed and imprisoned with love, not about love.
Also, it is presicely because I'm not depressed right now (but of course still wounded) that I was able to write this.