Incantation

Wash my bones up on the shore
I brandish my white horn, wake the ancient love
Willowy for I have sinned
Let me breathe your hauntings in
Carved satin markings on my yellow flesh
Violet petals flower in my mesh
The moon cocoons a fragile fetus
In her swollen cave
Wrap me in your cozy hay

Part your lips and swallow up the seed
As you ruffle through the pages
Of this hollow cavity
Pupils dilating, diaphragm panting
Won't you catch me while I'm fainting?
Mark my skin with Ganges' clay
Dry then crack while it washes it away
Adorn my form with weaves of kosher grass
Cone shеll blowing, cleanse my past