/a brief january

i have no parents
i was born from dust and
cum
of eros

my eyes-burning coals-
gaze into yours
would you bleed if i cut you
or would you burst,
as me
the mountain of steel!

i feel "i" is too small
to fit a body of mine

I,
the sole two lips of ardor
humbly roar
to scum and slaves and
whores: I owe
my body's youth
to you
take it without hesitation
crawlin on all fours
mouths wide head first