The Ecstasy of St.Teresa

​The Ecstasy of St. Teresa
 
Hot flesh,
smelly citrus
and metal.
Underflesh,
blood.
 
Smelly flesh,
delicious blood,
cleverly hidden
under
orangey-flesh
blood.
 
Metallic kisses on
clever necks,
citrine canines
puncturing pungent flesh.
 
Release the bloodgates,
the metallic taste of
transmutation.
 
Drained in the
trapgrasp
of passioned
body language,
the
shriveled lover
of the
little death.

- C.Lucine