She is not a body
Not at all
Not at all
She is not a body
Not at all
Not a body
Just a doorway
If you raise her face
To yours
You can see through
Underneath
You can see through
A doorway
To yours
You can see through
Underneath
And just beyond
Fragrant twists of smoke and
Placid thighs
This red blossom is her mouth
It only speaks your name
Your name
This red blossom is her mouth
A doorway
To your
Placid thighs
You know yourself against her
Your maleness
Your whiteness
Thrown into relief
Whole
At last
And prime
This red blossom is her mouth
Your maleness
Whole
Against her
Speaks your name
Placid thighs
Your whiteness
Prime
At last
She's yours
You leave her empty
Draw over her dead body
A silk curtain
Embroidered with smiling cranes
At last
She's yours
All yours