....
.....
pull another Chrysanthemum from broad
..............................heavy
...........make a fist [say my heart] it takes fierce weather
to turn acidic stars to petal
................dust
...............no momma
I'm not fucking like a virgin today
a 15 shadow of pink-eyed labia
it's the void of moon I remember
..................[in him]
the way his paradise is a wainscoted bedroom
eye
.........is all replete with muscle?
marry it
this danger of doves and curlicue
we touch like muffled pillows atop sweat
action
oh momma
you say it's animality and
attraction that conjoins our emaciated bodies--
..............no a wonder.