She

1.

what men fear most
but must conquer
“robe of flesh pink”

“night shade”

“nymphae”


I have in me a thousand shameless
mouths, leather to harness the earth

still in its stance

& this pudendal
offering----water-to-foul---

soothes the aching brims



--Calliope

overflowed once
too

& stretched that spit of fire
to the farthest ear lobe


lover,

alone,

I shake with fever
the nectar drippings’ river gush
lapped-up thatches
thickened with hunger


barbarity to this be sucked [w]hole
while soothed into stand-still
............................
poltergeists

through dust, rain water,
a satellite tongue
slithering with neurons--



thrusts heavily punctuated
truncated

then placated


**
...................

we’re all related to the flesh
& harbor our deepest regrets
inside her cunt


sans delectation

sans temperance


may we visit nocturnally
& sleep carnally


where injuries grow full
with our swollen bellies