Vicissitude from Sineater by Jacob Dring

Clouds churn and scream
a silken violet
as your eyes seem
to darken and grow violent
it's a change in mood
that almost soothes
I am torn asunder
by your body's thunder
but not pushed aside
only pulled deeper
amidst throes I writhe
tossed and turned
by oceanic curves
and turbulent tides

wherever I am being taken
I'm likely mistaken
that it must be a new haven
if not an ancient heaven
for my expulsions
and dispossessions
of lecherous obsessions

upon whatever shore
I may be poured
I can only pray
(for lack of a better phrase)
that it is merely another island
belonging to your form
so that I can beckon
one more aching dissemination

for you, my goddess
for you, my merciless

merciless...merciless

no, wash me clean
with your waves
so that you may glean
from me, forgiveness
for my sinful ways

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