Softly, I
caress the soot
from face.

Remove the tentacles
of the false gods
from your flesh,

with scalpel
of kiss.
Lipstick of iodine
to stave from
infect

let me inject
with tongue
the cool of alcohol.

Surgical
with lace
soft edge.

Cleanse of mind
and spirit,
please
don't fear it.

I'll change
the atomic structure
of your composition,
with your permission.

Slight of hand
slip upon smooth
of skin now cleansed.

Lick of tongue
on flesh
for real
of feel.

We'll copulate
now with the absence
of the demigod
I long to savor
your touch.

WhiteRose