i garnered a sense
of this imposing ****
   (her streets,thiscity                                 ,
were a thickset forest
of garbled noble flesh
) and the abrupt wrists
she wears her hands
on they
and spout                      a tremulous quaking fever
                                        in lean corpulent unseriousness
                                       an hour
                                          on her rock soft fluff
                                                  tickles shocking knots of fuzz that bubble
on my lips
                                and briefly stumble on my nostrils

          their fire
                             and they're dirt