I ache to whisper In the ear of my woman All of my unabridged sinister desires But I don't got no woman No I don't love any woman Like the banshee in my body I can't remember how it Feels to be delivered Into the aubergine arms Of my mother And her serpentine swallow The material holler All unraveling sisters So christened the language Lingual tessellations Corded bone Say-rivered the spitting Image translocation In sore stone I was listening for the birds To sing between my knees And I was listening for the Flustered quakes of butterflies I was reeling from the fossilized Remains of enemies And my serrated edges Frightened off the pollenating bees