Someone, engorged enters,

This room where I sit, Knocking the doors down. Bolts shoot from their hinges. And since I lay myself, crosswise like a log To hold the gate, I was broken in the middle.

You. Sweat flows into more sweat.

I reach out to touch and touch only that smell.

Skin slowly flushes with blood.

Fevered disbelief chars my flesh, This must be the secret recipe I had long begged God for!

Then firmly in place, he begins to swing

So firmly that I can’t miss or avoid!

a hammer, steel cold steel on these walls.

Half the time, my voice was like a hammer too With which I tried to nail love into place, I must have misread the directions of use, For I have knocked out my teeth instead. Ivory, precious ivory, dribbles from my lips, As I smile, my mouth full of red bone!

Flesh clings to flesh.

Its flesh that is weak, not love. Forgive us Father; we don’t know what we do.

Joining and cleaving, like Velcro, ripping out screams. Pleasure. Bursting pleasure!

My clothes unable to bear this, In imitation, rip themselves at their seams, and roll back Into bolts of cloth, so many bolts, Leaving behind so much, new and uncovered!