My head collapses in summer’s breath.

I smell fecund florets

Erected hotly from cracked earth.

Virgin Mary, unsheathed, falls.

Screams, shakes, shatters my vase.

Silk waters run my eyes red.

Heart dead, hungry to be saved.

Womb gorged bled red pleasureful.

Her calls, calls, calls 

Dissolve in mad chasmic lust.

They leak through and through 

and through and through—