lift me up
                and i'll coddle
you're dainty sun
                   with erring unlassitude
i'll straight and gulp
      your hard glowing
hips
             your buds
                                     and their careful petals
I'll separate
                      filling shuddering beam
and stately ******
            of sleep                
                                   you grate
        and pummel
                          sickly
           a waft
of unsure certainty
or        the sinuous lean garden
what i lap and cleave
         white hot  
                                                                            thrusting