you  are   the    most ardent summation
of the *** cells blistering in a womb
to spit on my skin your fragrant
  
        god

odoring perfection like the trembling husk
of a bloodless heart sleeve worn wearing: the tears streak absolutely"
dust me with the slivers of your sorrow
and i will lead you to the cleft of my stupid limbs
where all melancholy will cleanly disintegrate

                              morf
your so special frame. i love thee. do thou love mE?