My teacher lures me
out at night to meet
in spectral woods
with rings of sculpted quartz.
He traces curves
with bloody finger cleaved,
the curves of naked
forms and chiseled art.
I learn my skin
desires my teacher’s blood
when crystal-frozen shapes
receive their taste.
Seduction makes my
teacher’s teaching good,
my body aches for trials
never faced.
The things inside
the quartz are living minds,
imprisoned long ago for
cosmic love.
They beat and howl
against their crystal bindings,
stirred by bloody touch
and stars above.
Now lustful screams
and gleaming naked
skin compel their bone-white
walls to break.
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