How light is your temple
How bright are your wares
How lewd are your measures
How craven your marriage
As brazen as lamplight
As rude as the weather
Narcotic like toenails
In the world of not of its
Luscious and dreadful
Stars in your bonnet
Hold onto your genitals
Knowledge is a knuckleduster
How can you see me
A drip in your mirror
Condensed like a superball
In a tapestry of spider webs
Your body is votive
Your hips incandescent
Your sorrow consoles me
Like the breath of a kitten.
2017
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