bastard between moon and mountain-
milked flowers, white and silver sings
in the slivers of your hair.
breasts, plush, lush-
grown on the vines
my fingers vein.
dark water plague
drips you to the ruined
river, to my lap of leaden loins.
uncostumed in woman-
worries, unvesseled, rendering
my fare, my sweet-
meet, simpering, slipping
through my face-cracks, bleeding
through my teeth, my ancient avarice.
froth at my feet, naked
now your nape, burst the rubies
clotted within your fruits, and I'll pass
my wicked through your weeping wounds.