Lips sunder
for fangs, palate
and salivated gullet: for 
the stuff
of flesh, the rape
of ripeness
 — in fruit, flower
and nightingale’s song, 
in the flesh — 
gathered by the ears, 
eyes, nostrils
and gargantuan throat, 
vaginal vortex
and anal compulsion — 
within unsphinctered 
in circus round.

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