the bite between the thighs comes from lust
that a knife often cannot cut loose
that chops you into pieces softens you
that slyly unbends you sets you back on earth
that tosses you into briers turns you black
the heavens may eat you with their yearning and squalor
that may remove your marrow with greedy suck
pigs may gobble it chew it
the madwoman sick man in a tavern with crows
a green forest in the veins floats on clouds
drinks tobacco and rides a stolen fish-mule
we're either masters with broken knees or killers and thieves
awaiting us all a small or big grave
hair cut off hair cut off a black insanity to tie and untie
I loved to the hilt I loved by heft
the brandy in my body became a horse tipsy with grace
deformity straightened its stilts of fire
vultures and ravens may devour me
lest I axe to bits the burden of my lust
kiss me until my teeth fall out
scratch me down to the bare bone
pull my hair light my fire take me to make a sinner of
because my poor inside-out heart has dried up like an glove