as a bird: I flew so high I lost the sky I won the prize. Higher, blinder above love the winner dark and galactic affair. The knife darkest broken hit her enters oddly again, a- gain interred fulfill. and as a god: I know the source though hidden dark I put my finger there this the source's source even I don't know still I know all: she's floorless beautiful unfolded yellow hell waters heaven and men reversing seen the invisible pure lust.
From Paramour by Stacy Doris. Copyright © 2000 by Stacy Doris. Published by Krupskaya Books. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.