Lord, come
I’ll spread my legs for you
Devour me
Come

Tell me your secrets
Tell me only so I can fool the others
I will play Chinese Whisperer and lash out
with my whip of faith

A severed head and several bruised egos will do well
to spill red
on your Painting
It makes me smile to know
that you’ve lost
Or that you don’t exist

It makes no difference
I’m breathless all the same
I hope you understand