Divine spine of a broken line
Shrine of a grimy concubine
A melon and a clementine
Sit atop her belly

Twigs slipped and spitty
with citrus crushed and gritty,
the concubine sits pretty
in a purl of orange leaves.

With fingers succour-sticky
Lurid, licked a quickie
proptotic gargoyles lurking over
As she sighs into the clover