You can pretend to be good
But I want you to be bad
When you pretend like you should
We make love so hard

Your body moves with me
Innocent no more, it's taken away
My hands explore your body
Because we know we want it this way

Devil Angel, I give it to you
Having you all through the night
So much pleasure in what you do
Devil Angel, you feel so right

Open your wings and let me in
I want you to grip me tight
Welcome to these moments of sin
I want to feel your bite

You scream and you sigh
I can feel the sensation as you flow
Inside your soul, I feel you fly
Having you now, because I need you so

Devil Angel, I give it to you
Having you all through the night
So much pleasure in what you do
Devil Angel, you feel so right

Say you want a cat. A dog's too easy,
would wag when wag is inappropriate,
and slobber on the guests. You'll take the cat,
so different and strange, it drives you crazy,

its shiftlessness, its ins-and-outs, its chi.
You call. It does not come. Is this a pet,
this Dharma ***? You say you can't accept
its vacant gaze, its scorn, who yearned to be

at home with feral grace, with all you're not.
But you're a Body safely locked from Mind,
that Problem no Mind solves. This point's defined
for you by ****, who's not the pet you thought

but Otherness, one owned by God, or none.
Cat sleeps for hours, wants out. A job well done.

Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.

They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
And made an exhibition of its coil,
Let the air at her leathery beauty.
Pash of tallow, perishable treasure:
Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod,
Her eyeholes blank as pools in the old workings.
Diodorus Siculus confessed
His gradual ease with the likes of this:
Murdered, forgotten, nameless, terrible
Beheaded girl, outstaring axe
And beatification, outstaring
What had begun to feel like reverence.