The Words and Serpent

“The words and serpent creeps
In the pleasure nest of hell
Graphing the outlines that clips the beaded waist

And the oracle chants and prays
As the rapped women screams
And the freedman cried out blood as the pen-pleasure bottom soften

As the bile aims at me the pulse beats to the drum
And in shame I felt me stir with lust

Falling deep in the ritual space”