demur

the circumambulance of the constellations capture me, levy - o winged serpent of the abyss i've sought the godforsaken stars out of the empty lakes now i seek bliss within the gutters where no light coruscates

o goddess of serendipity the wrath of a thousand suns vigilant at the oceanic sarcophagi fermenting within your lungs what's left of you and i-

levy, i am blind apterygial, you tread across this silver desert i am lain 'pon your breast, thoroughly tethered you adsorb all my appendages except for one i hear you hum

i am pulled by your cunt i am fed by your mouth swathed by your tress bathed in your spout