"Lair"

I want to watch

I want to eat your cloth

My rope is taught

Your caves are wet

Your hills are soft

Your things fall

Like wings of a moth

You hide me

Within your sound

And silent thoughts

From mouth to tusk

I breathe your stormy hair

And cease to exist

When I’m in your lair

Obelisk

Beware the horn

The lifeless scorn

The bloodless form

Our twisted kiss

Make mine mourn

Your moons adorned

My seething thorn

Our iron fist