angelical fiend

tin can twisting.
crystalline tears.

                    to tell fools gold from true gold
                            stick a pin deep inside.
                                   crumbling or breaking
                                           are each a bad sign.

tin can twisting.
crystalline tears

rich temptation

a chamber cupped the
stolen reason, stolen
seeded seductive bloom

of ripened luscious, reclining plump
mortal apples that swooned,
and shone.  fleshy curves
and swollen pome:
                                                                                       
whispered rainfall
exposed rouge
the sonants of desire.

versed encounters.
scent,   fingers    tongue
opened to sweetness and
substance                  and

the inner forms ran juice
spoken with pillowed, spellbound sounds.
spun around the edges of fondness

betrayal and fidelity were
double hunger.  double thirst.
together composing the undersong
refrain: bite in         bite in to rich temptation.