RASPUTIN PUDENDUM
Ruby crimson kisses from
the diabla lady makes the
cobra python metamorphose
into Vinchenzo’s purple iris.
WE ALL GO AWAY LIKE AN ECHO OF SAD LAUGHTER
As I age I no longer wipe
away the tears, neither does
God, we watch the hungry on
the church steps searching
in the dirty melting snow.
BoySlut 
beautiful.. you are gifted with the talent of putting 2 poems that one would not think would match together and having them make an exquisite pair.. :-)