Commencement

I had
A sheer veil over my face
It showed him as an angel with soft lips
Now I wear dark glasses
They show him as a demon
The hatred is a tiger
Kept back by my pain
A fragile moth
Dusted wings crumbling apart
I play with fire
I inhale the smoke
I kiss the demon, the tiger, the flame,
The angel has ascended
Or fallen from grace
Hell accepts lustfulness
My heart beats irregular rhythmic chants
In time to the thrusting of my hips
And my moth is still and dead
My tiger purrs content
My angel is no more
The demon lust is my cure