LightLeak

Defend those thoughts-
Mane…strands of fame-
Weave lust with trucks- motels with shame.
slender pleasure, feathered blame.
Your trane descends from fairs of pair
White with steam and cold in stare.
Blow inept the southern doors
of fields and hills milked by prose…
A sheath defines in perfect square=
the hatred blind with cleaving care.
Oh scales and whips and creamy cries
Spread each tear, smooth each lie.
For she has died among the hills.
Steaming strength, tasting thrill.