how came thy to thee? thou who art tantalizing(the champion of slender
art thou intricate and feared mostly of death?
fear not, thou who doth gestate sumptuously and fair in the dumb
fickle knot of my lazy arms. see serenity blood surely fierce of my tangled
morbid odor; claim its ardor with loathsome gross pleasant fingers and
comb the destitute morals therein which is panting a muzzle supremely
nuzzling my flaccid dearth of voltage.
i know thee sweetly my goddess of sweat
, and shearing passion and fear nothing
splendidly stitched in your fabric
and we'll rot together.