Effluvia

I've knelt at the feet of men,
tasted the weight of their souls.
My tongue carries the imprint
Of their fire.

And I have swum in the waters
Of petalled lakes, between the two rivers of women's thighs,
 And fed on their pain.

And on the tops of mountains,
Where the low sky sings,
She kissed me with the blue
Sickle of the moon, as I opened
The darkness of the netherworld.

And now, in the rag and bone
Shop of my love's ruin,
I stand encased in your shadow.
Will you fill me?

I long to ooze like a Vesuvius,
It's white hot lava,
Burning me, resurrecting me.