Burned Desire

Rain is acid today,
so when you walk through that rain
flesh melts
from your white nude bones
which excite me so much
as usual,
like a Hiroshima X-ray.

Like milk which has curdled
your flesh gathers in the cobbles,
food for the poor abandoned children
who lick those stones in despair.

Ayee! The acid rain!
The grief and your hair
like the cobwebs of dead spiders
caressing my lust.

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