2019-07-14 at 5:50 PM UTC
I call this one Narcissism.
I am a lantern,
My head a moon of Japanese paper,
My gold beaten skin infinitely delicate,
And infinitely expensive.
Does not my heat astound you?
And my light,
All by myself I am a huge camellia,
Glowing and coming and going,
Flush on flush.
Think I'm going up,
I think I may rise.
The beads of hot metal fly
and I love I,
Am a pure acetylene virgin,
Attended by roses, by kisses, by cherubim,
My cells dissolving,
Old whore petticoats,
To paradise.
Your sight offends me as sin offends God.
