again and again she beckons
drive the nail deeper she says
reticulated streams they flow
in an awkward sort of way
nestled within her bosom lies
kisses of tender love
the thought of moonflowers and
of snakes and turtledoves
smothered cries of despair
on quiet nights they sound
release this soul into the world
remove these chains that bound
over water and miles between
what once was then is now has been.