𓊆ྀི Lapine de la Lune 𓊇ྀི

The Tender Flesh You Bring

A pale light glows,

Blinds and warms you

Flagellate the back of your iris

With a visceral type of violence

Pupils

Now

Dilated

I trespassed your vitreous chamber

Through a hole

Carefully placed in the wall

Reflection from a razorblade,

The TV radiance

Basking in only her

Cherry droplets make

Slight sound against

Her whining throat

Skin of snow’s desire