FYI–Crayola changed “flesh” to “peach” (for obvious reasons) in 1962.
Photo from Morguefile
I summon thee, oh Sin Eater
Come to me this night.
Break your bread upon my marble breast,
Your wine from my belly white.
Do not let your eyes wander
To the shroud that covers my face.
Lest not curiosity guide your hand
To lift the ivory lace.
My soul has abandoned my body
Leaving a hunger that burns bright.
If you are foolish and lift the gossamer fabric
You will forever become mine tonight.
Saphire eyes will enchant and enthrall you,
Crimson lips will bewitch and beguile.
Though my countenance promises heaven,
Damnation hides behind my smile
I summon thee, oh Sin Eater,
Purify my soul…ingest my wicked heart.
Then be gone from my unholy crypt
Before I drink your will to depart.
gelid night of the soul . . .
January ice chills the heart
many times it has been torn open
the last assault cleaved it apart
two halves that can’t be mended
have drifted out upon the midnight tide
far from the warmth of a human touch
in icy saltwater, two pieces now abide
twin bloodied castoffs, missed by no man
rest on the crepuscular ocean floor
algid darkness separate what once was one
destined to remain two . . . forevermore