what is like the abrupt subtle cleavage of day and night
, a dale sloping downward sloping into a dale, a cool
and prim sleep, a crimp of foil aloof and serious with
the pale column of freshly failing light and the waxing
***** of the moon? the fluff of somber and livid
flesh, the notes of music that are your skinny ankles
catching the sallow still strips of slanting sorry
moon's ablest kiss. she kisses thee a flower forever.
a bed of teeming poppies. you are the sap of whom.
a venom of those soporific buds. you who are sleeping
like a lock death forever young and nubile, in the bed
of mine. in my very skull. your name is always at its lips.
i say it. and i eat it. it is mine. forever.