Put your pale arms around my
neck, let me hold your heart
like a flower lest it bloom
and collapse.

Give me your skin as sheer
as a cobweb, let me open
it up and listen in and scoop
out the dark.

Give me your nether lips
all puffy with their art
and I will give you angel
fire in return.

We are two clouds glistening
in the bottle glass. We are
two birds washing in the same
mirror. We were fair game but
we have kept out of the
cesspool.

We are strong, we are the good
ones, do not discover us for
we lie together all in green
like pond weeds - (a. sexton, rapunzel)