A Delirious Ballad

The wheels spinning in your eyes
are the first glimmerings of a nightmare
in which I may discover the magic of your drifting feast

The wings quivering on your lips
are the feathery buds of an exquisite kiss
offered in the silvery night by a demon

The fawns trembling on your breasts
are the flaming river of uncharted lusts
fermented in the alchemy of volcanoes
and danced across the belly of a jewel-eyed snake