Recluse Ourselves

oh bring on the recluse spider

from within each of us,

with bites of sacred coronation

. . . upon our kissing lips

to common our pool

of fleshy human disintegration

each upon the other

for us to eventually delight in

one festering smile

in a two for one

decomposing shared lesion

of bliss

oh, a slow rot of scintillating joy

in leaving behind our lip-infested

scarred bodies

up facing . . .

to the trickle-down of mutual soul

and the slow moving humor

of decay

as pleasingly tasteful exodus

relinquishment of our lovers' form

to phantom as one being, again

and, in all ways

. . . solitary and rare

we . . . recluse . . . ourselves

to one beyond . . .