"I liebefore you soakedin white orchid, its redolenceassails like devil’s fire. And whenyou..."

“I lie

before you soaked

in white orchid, its redolence

assails like devil’s fire. And when

you sheathe my body with your flame

I get drunk from the blood of you, the flame of you.

Then, when the new moon mounts

black sky, I inhale your breath

and pray to you: swallow me

alive.”

- J.B. Bernstein, “Bacchanalia” (via missvoodoodoll)