" Methodically, she pries the tampered breast
ardently, unfazed in a nutshell's macabre:
deeply he breathes, chest on chest, tongue illuminates tongue
the sensual crime opens into the flood of curiosity.
Upon the grave of the lovers' remedies
he sips the blood-non-blood lustful action
then when she sees, she hides, it is in the art
An immediate work to drink one's own drink.
And The Birds of Eve and Day all talked
All seen in the light of prosperous calls
Then she knew, he soon learned
That the Janus was all but built into perfection."
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