Gods, who neither know nor
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
Stranglersto our outstretched necks,
wish to know that
We pray,
Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,
Kisses that neither touch nor
care to touch if
Welcoming Bluebeardsto our darkening closets,
We love,
care to know that
LOVE IS INTERNAL.
We die,
HELL IS INTERNAL.
Stranglers, whoneither care nor
