Transgressive Adventures of Roris Coctis, esotericist and savage (January 2015)
by Zack Kouns
I spread your legs and birds began emerging from your genitals, their feathers wet with menstrual blood. They dry themselves in the sun and fly off toward that distant land which is continuity of life. In your embrace I've known every acre of that territory. With your hands on my erect phallus I could feel your heart trembling and some sort of sovereign aloneness. Fused, we become man's true estate and our union is flesh and it's purification. It is the body and the state beyond it that I am frightened to name because the night has been created for it. Darkness speaks of what remains Divine and hidden. My tumescent member slips from your mouth and becomes an inward migration of birds; finding that region where we can bear our young away from predators and harsh climates. My mouth on yours. Finally, I lapse into silence and stillness: hallowed hush that precedes creation.