the sour stench of now
is adrift in the air
like the sweet-sick aroma
of a venus fly trap, my sweet

I want you now between the linen
of promise and desire
I want you now my sweet sister
and quench this little fire

you stir like a witch a cauldron
it bubbles like sweet trouble
voices echoes with seductive breath
and follow with nibblings at my ear

I want you now, sister bring me solace
these flames burning even higher my dear
I want you now my sweet sister
before I burst from this cocoon, my fear

I am just a fly landing in your trap
my venus, my aphrodite
I want this trap to take me
take me to sweetest nirvana, dear

(c) 2015 allen simpson
This poem is inspired by the music of Clan of Xymox