Olde Tongue; Young Flesh

The Serpent is no viper but a leviathan to gift us nakedness and deliver from sober shame.

Speak with tongue on fire
With your lips on pyre
Without a second mind
No barrier in sight
Speak freely before him
Through your tongue to Majesty

Olde as the ancient Orion
Young as budding sepal roses
Loud as flaming roaring lion

See where hands shall guide you
Touch where fingers slide to
Where loins shall grind unto
Hear what name shall find you
Jest of how he spites you
Kneel when The Serpent bites you

Atavistic as Zion wars
Young as sprouting begonias
Virulent as wind bound sulfur






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