Like love

by Lee Gillespie

You kiss me like absinthe spit in the communion cup
And the worm turns and writhes in the blood loamed soil.
The rotten sweet goblin fruit of my womb falls
Into your hand and you bite.
Tomorrow I will feed you the stones from my eyes.
Then while you sleep I’ll gut you from gullet to groin
And let your evil loose into the world.
They are my children too after all.