| Go Deep |
| Sick with Spring A decade in the making Revealing that lunge-strength Interrupts faking Impressing zygotes Rich with your length Thrust onward, pale prince of flesh so rank! O, temporary boarder Seeking womb-rent From this desperate player Biting tongue-lust In winsome pleasure-pain Penetrates layers And loses feign Unvisited, revisited Tears and stains Broken sheath skin Adolescent flashback flood Second spilling Of sacred virgin blood In honest dour Embrace the hour And re-enter oft Sweet friend So soft And sour |