Hang over me the drape   Of superfluous Horror   Aside Nocturnal trapping   Wallow in my Art   Crying and dying   My sexual ecstacy   The crimson stream   That flows from you   Magnificent, Supine,   Red heaven gapes at me   Dragged across putrid ground   Mother scorns my glove   A vile red heap   I gorge my selfish dream   Polite garden party   If only they knew   Lick the eyes   To make them shine   Peel the peach   Cold with time   The weight of fantasy   That is not even mine   Smell her wounds   Rich more than wine   The crimson stream   That flows from you.