Hormonal Discharge

It seemed all nice and pretty at first, but
then it began to morph into beauty, furthering
its imperfection – then hormonal discharge
necessary – then a liquid I didn’t even know
I had in there.

Just like me, you struggled for finesse and
needlery – they stand to life as a fork
stands to spiral architecture.
For once, I wish you to experience
a new, stupor-like felicity, companion to
a youth’s consumption.

Heavens whirlpool fast their fleshlings as
a Holy Ghost of golden sex and smirks,
flowing flesh poised to burst
as expectant as any day it was before.