Centaur

Black on white on black

In your suit, you’re urbanely monochrome;

A real social animal.

Strip off the civility

And you change skin;

Are more and less than human.

I read the unspeakable

Between the lines

As the tongue slips on significance.

Above the belt, you’re a god,

Pied, impious beauty;

Below, bestial lust

Striped with trust, meaningless fucks and love celestial.

Two-faced words incarnate, bastard breed of loathing and love.