That Hot Smelting

Magna licks my flesh wound clean
wet spirals in laissez-faire fall couplet over couplet
midnight train black and crawling
somewhere in the city's bleak distance
a resounding will to live
a circuitous purpose
belching choking poetry from a tunnel
a hot smelting

her infernal desire trickling
from the end of very long fingers
she reverts primal
black powder pulsing at the edge of her lips
black blood in carnal plume drying on the carpet
Magna's eccentric footprints

in walks Magna clean
she's sinned
is sin
is done with sinning
pulling at the fringes of her aging body
that hot smelting.

TA