To touch you in the most intimate way
is to brave beyond your soul
As to brave your own innocence
is another word for hanging on to your lips
and ears and nose and eyes

Let me be the demon inside of you
that tears away your courtesy
to abstain from pain
from mild discomfort
to feel, to feed the soul

Read my lips, read my soul
There’s no logic in all
But there is heart

Hear ye hear ye my words of yonder
For Shakespeare had no daughter but a sister
‘I’ll destroy you’, she said
She pondered those words carefully
but without hesitation she

Uttered nonsense
Utterly nonsense
The utter
The udder

She is to be admired
To be revered
That cow of yesteryear