she is a veritable exorcism of words,
a lacking useless vulgar hole
that coerces all the light into its mouth:
and all silence, all silence once the deed is done.
with eyes like portents she stares
and wins the contests against unblinking stars;
they wince, they wink
at her gaze, longer than their lightyears,
packed with more fire than their innermost hearts.
and that vast, secret silence
against which she heaves her body and
her tongue and her breasts, her mouth and the
noiselessness which pours out of it,
that hideous hiding silence keeps her mysteries
under invisible lock and swallowed key.