I closed my eyes and watched
The curtained insides of my eyelids;
Maniacal symphonies of their screwing,
Dinned into my mind,
For they were one in ecstacy atop
A mountain;
But the lions inside her had already,
Picked my bones clean;

Paralysed by impotent anger
Was my faculty of intelligence;
As her sharp little teeth gleamed,
I gave her a long detailed look;
Out of the blue, something tiny
Erupted in the sky of her eyes;

Our eyes touched out of courtesy but
Quickly looked from the magnetism,
Seeing the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
Off in my waking dreams do I
Love o'er that happy hour;

She blushed with love, and virgin-shame,
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her...