my duel

I think of creation 

Of inundation and restraint 

Of dangerous immersion 

Drowning and burning 

Napalm and milk 

Consequences and frailty 

I think of pity, catharsis 

Damnation and death 

The death of my cock

Of my marriage 

Of God 

I don't think of words 

I remember your taste 

And the faint yellow mantra 

Of your moans and your scrapes 

I think of your skinscape

The sin of desire 

I'n thinking of virtue of animal heat

I'm thinking I want you 

Like a cat in the street  

Like a rose and a buttercup 

Like a spoonful of honey 

Like a vein in the bathtub 

All opened and runny 

I'm thinking of prostitutes 

Of compulsion 

Of mummy 

Are you my sister 

My siren my doll 

Am I your raper 

Your mission your fate

Shall I father your children 

Your biggest mistake 

I think we're inevitable 

Intelligible 

Karmic 

I think that I sutra

I am your dalek

 These words are all useless 

They taste of burnt garlic 

You are my buggerlug harlot

When will i shoot you
According to the game and complying with the rule
My future
My leacher
My necrophilous monster

Yon creature mechanical

Mon crock of contrition

My pig ant
My duel
Ya ya. 

summer 2017 

artwork irina savina