Red Honey

Red Honey, by Chloe Justice Walker

Kissed with serrated teeth

Caressed with pointed claws

Ivory splits

Ivory separates

From the crevice

Beads crimson seeds

That grow and grow

Until they sprout

Until they bloom

Passionate roses

Passionate tulips

Of the ancient deities of pleasure and war

Excruciating ecstasy

Intoxicating strength

The petals of passion

The petals of pain

The petals of sin

Drip, run, and flood,

Red Honey

Hot like lava

Sweet like iron

Red Honey

Stains the pure

Snowy Ivory with

Sunny plumes of

Red Honey

Frenzied demons

Bathe in it

Feel the power

Feel the pleasure

That they give you

Taste the iron

Savor the iron

Miss the iron of,

Red Honey

One more kiss

One more caress

Tills the Ivory

Sows more seeds

Roses and Tulips

Rise and fester,

Petals fall

And from them melt

Red Honey

It sticks to the Ivory

Smears and streaks of red

Covers the canvas

With painful paintings

Pain is pleasure,