Come back to my oubliette,
I’ll renovate your self-esteem,
let you suckle my clarinet
dipped in candle wax and gasoline.

Want a light, my glittery darkness?
I’ll make your tendons quiver.
Blindfold you with a road map to hades
and tickle your jingle bells with a razor.

Want me to locate the hymen
in your psyche, misses?
I’ll tap that lacy-thin flap of brain skin
with a mallet and pinprick kisses.

I’ll pop drops of your blood
like Percodans at a suicide bash.
Just recline inside my stretch crucifix
filled by the skin of your ass.