E ~ Valley

I've never seen much in a tan but a tea stain
Your terrier is warm and heavy against my stomach
for a while, then I want to remove the splinters
from your severed-youngwood flesh
want to peel the silverbirch bark of your guarded posture
I could tell you why poets are unsung heroes
I could tell you how I can kneed the world
It'd all be for vanity, for self-defence

Why my talk's not a bore but a bog
I will break through the nettles growing on our lips
the elastic thin branches that spring from your fingertips
brush past the holly bursting from your waist
all to feed on the very breath-taking view
from your thigh's summit and brow
Scratched, bleeding maybe
Master of all I survey
For I desire mastery
I desire mastery