Membrane Rapture
MAY 21, 2025
Membrane of a succubus
torture us, And forgive the rotten
apple of Eve.
Fortune blessed of the meek
where violets bleed
and thought greets the sea.
Colossus in mind of memory
rapture and forgotten dew
That sits upon an aching leaf.
These branches under our feet
supporting liars and devils
but they do not listen, nor can they hear
Above the stars
where our consciousness meet
queer eyes and wandering feet.
Come to me
and sing with my heart
where leather tethers
the broken
and ancient vibration
heals the ocean. 