- Beginning of sex-II
Rooms bending in arms, and sex uplifting its towers--
thrown
into a gulf of sorrow
sorrow
within a gulf of waists--and sex opening its gates--
we entered.
Fire was growing and night huddled its lanterns
we fashioned
a mound, filled a pit
and whispered to the far-reaching space
to offer up its hands.
The light of bitterness was like a river
its banks lost, we made
its water ours, we made
our own banks a garment
for the whims of the river's banks...
Angel