Naked upon the rocks of perilous thought
I am lying, spread open by the scalpel of lust
He thrusts deep, to explore my thoughts
To purge my mind, to scour the open wound
I bleed onto him deep thoughts of life
And love and of the steep cliffs near the end.
I welcome the end as he comes near me.
Inside, I vacate the depths of my abdomen
Seeking a lower refuge, I sputter out words
of crimson and fire, burning for him.
Indeed, Mikal had found the virulent vortex.
My blood oozes forth.
Bits of aborted dreams do follow.