SEX IN SLICES -DEATH THE VOYEUR

sacred silence smiles seductive
sequenced solitude counts a single pointed finger
scabbing the holy cross
 rivers in red searching stolen revenges 
 steel teeth clenching metal sharpness
sliced slicing slit the slowly healed pretences 
flooded rages ,corrected in fleeing beds

Lovers written in codemed glances
night in its darkest harness 
ridden whipped in riddle
hidden ghost inside Troys wooden host
inflated flesh excited before tempted slaughter

now laid by mystery ,eaten from times request
stone cold alter-shrouded image 
raises his strangled shadow

Thrown,
displayed
held against visiting thrones
death creates wishes formed and threaded 
sudden in creeping disguise
i find myself, flayed unto memories crime
this taunted story teller
a grave underlined