Her breasts and hands
Warmly transfigured
Blood on her hands
Milk on her breasts
She was mother to me
She bent over me
With her ivy and lily and daisy face
And her chocolate and kisses and lullaby mouth
I reached in to tear out my heart to give her a piece of me to her to her
I danced on white washed tombs and ate up her nectarine skin
Swallowed the blood of her veins
Sweet blood of her citrus and sugar skin
The candy of her dying eyes///