You took my heart as if

You took my once-un-virgined-clit

You rounded me off polished glass-blown

You rocked me to sleep

You sent to me down in the deep

A wilted petal from a bug-infested tree

As I laid below your living room windowsill

Where I peered you talking quiet still

Me rotting leaves brown into my naked back

Unto the dawn that never ejaculated fully

Sky too open and sky too bright

So dull am I now in a thought in that damp patch

Weedy violet-fancied flowers growing out-stretched