I deeply touching
my lips
from inside
out /
and all in
head
and the
rest of heart /
is only
a picture of
Slyvia Plath /
and my
abnormal desire
of holding her /
by her chest /
and choak
her to death /
with a large kiss
on kitchen
stand /
and before
a handsome coffee /
pouring my
already
husband love
for her