Siouxsie & The Banshees Ice House
The ice house preserves
with incestuous flowers
their nightly perfume overpowers me
the stamens kiss
entwined devouring
the heart will melt whilst the ice remains
erogenous touch-of brother and sister
the ice retains life-no offspring to bear phallic flower etched into my memory
a feline form on a frosted pane
not ashes to ashes
not dust to dust
a beckoning bouquet
of blossoming lust
oh will you stay-until this moment's complete? oh let me freeze you-with this fragrance so sweet we shall not slither and wither away
the door will lock shut-when the ice names the day
