she is beauty
a violent pulsing *****
   sweetly of sinew or nerves
     gasping skeleton writhing
       naked olive livery screaming
                  i like her
         garden. with my tongue. a folding
scent of poesy in small poems i cannot write
      in 2 hearts scratching painful din of
cringing light. on her ventricles enameled my enormous
healthy blood; she rages quietly; an ocean scalping
   the coalesced lips i shatter on her belly
and her clergy of ***. i am dumb my naked perfect blade
    so put in me
                          you're
                                      god