whose breasts were Japanese almonds,
whose skin especially near
that fabulous delta was
a serpentine pelt
hewn in lunar quarries by two undulating angels,
whose female juices were marzipan,
whose limber thighs
my hands could almost circle
when they weren’t busy elsewhere,

O Jane when you smile at me
my whole body sings,
when you kiss me
my cock nearly pops from its socket.
Walls are not safe from our mutual friend,
it;s true my dead have driven you to me.

See what a vision I bring you:
lilypond and one faithful beast
that cruises my subterranean waters,
swan at the very center of our lovemaking,
can I believe in evil any longer?