Principalities and Powers
Jaws open in the night and fluids pass
From mouth to mouth. The spit is tame enough,
But who will reckon up that power, that mass
Of mystery and feral stench—the stuff
Of semen? Sacrilege invades the throat
Because a god of tails and slime and lust
Prevails. His potion, like some antidote
To sentiment, is swallowed by disgust.
The demons and the angels fall away,
As pale as shattered virtue in the dark.
In such a moment they lack any sway.
They know of spells and hymns. They know the shark.
..Two bodies come together, sink in sleep.
….The spirit realms are shallow. Flesh is deep.