Viaticum

Pyroclastic flow of sexual excitement

As legs part and lips quiver

Spraying holy water on my cheeks

Sharp to taste and warm and sweet


She whispers slowly Lunar Sura

In Arab tones of black and tan

Creating vapours with her tongue

A visitant, the eidolon


Whiplash cuts through musk and odours

To cicatrize these haunted thighs

Then scalpel tight in rubber glove

The succubus removes my love


Ensanguined sanbenito hides

Priapic ache of phantom limb

The closing scene: she looks so good

Stiletto heels in pools of blood


© Chris Bond — 19 January 2001