Your Lips

Being an angel’s breath from your cold blue lips
Makes me crave my pound of flesh,

His decapitated, pungent
Sawn off sex

Drawn, rent and red hot quartered
Razor rock skin
Ground to dirt bone

Devouring
Sticks, stones and Adam’s groans
In shattered, jagged, fledgling screams

My love

But,
Being an angel’s lock from your thin temple’s beat
My turned barren cheek
Is charred, scarred
With white hot ash

Like another
Impotent
Holocaust
Jew

Like my agony
Limply calculating
A blind fury come back

Your Lips

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

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