RECEIVE

 

You see

an illuminated hourglass.

 

I see

you

held down and red,

a rape reversed,

Riders on the Storm

playing in the background

as I tighten my

black leather strap-on-

all I need is love, bitch.

 

Feel

the slave you never split

rip the wings off your

Day of the Dead

monarchy

like a tangled knot,

making you beg to choke,

heads or tails,

on my rubber barrel.

 

Tell me you want this,

beg for

the

blood

running down your legs,

my ritualistic hands

around your neck,

Esperanto,

this one last

burnt offering for

Synagoga,