She teases me with please and sees the ease with which she kneads her seeds of plain jane ideas that inflame maimed ideals in the mind she unkindly winds to blind the mimes and hide the chimes behind my cruel foolish heart that she has ruled and ghouled apart with vanities and sanities sweet depravity that eats into the cavity in every meat memory that follows me until I am spilled and thrilled with the **** in the mirror, the bottomless fear that I see so clear is in time and climbs up my spine, but it doesn't rhyme.

Though she slay me
Yet will I love her