captured

delve deep into the heart of the hounded
prince of hellfire and parched lips;
seek out a bare, welcoming orifice and
fulfill your destiny unhindered, for
he sleeps not with souls unclaimed.
lay out a bear-skin rug and set up your
incense, candles, chair, toothbrush,
a pallet on the floor,
and he slowly closes his lips to form a seal.
trapped inside, you suffocate slowly into bliss
feeling only the warmth and security,
oblivious to the obvious,
slaughtered by desire.