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LUST - DIGITAL BAPTISM - ICANTATION

eden

May 15, 2026

touch is expensive
so I kneel at your dances

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your halo flickers
above my bed like a weeping angel
my tongue wraps around your name like incantation

“Lilith”

red neon light baptizes my throat
your skin tears you into pixels
but I still taste nicotine
on your spit

your body buffers with rhythm
lace renders on your legs in fragments
your laugh compressed into endless static
I let you crawl underneath my touch

you are lust
pulling my memory from hardware
like wires from my eviscerated flesh

you undo your shirt first
spill words into my lap like they belong
artificial light bleeds in the cracks of your teeth

surveillance cameras blink in the cold air
outside the neon district
mechanical weeping angels
documenting our final resting place

because you are divine
I taste you before I drink you
touch is expensive
so I kneel at your dances

the ethernet veins pulse blue like heartbeat
your hands disappear underneath my frame
my heart beats in your speakers
and the microphone catches everything

I imagine your sweat
clinging to your elastic skin

radiator heat washes over where I belong
while advertisements bloom in your oculus
infected scripture over the digital age

every website asks for consent
every machine does anyway

I enter you carefully
my voice dripping down your circuitry
slow enough and I am prayer
but there’s no mercy in this eden

I call you beautiful
soft enough to let the microphone keep it

your tear into my flesh
like you’d eat it

and somewhere beneath the digital circus
servers hum like a cathedral
storing copies of our sin
for centuries after we’re laid to rest

I disconnect
but my thoughts remain

burned into the frame
you sunk underneath