Hot with love  
a cosmic red sea.

Magic tragic fruit 
my turning burning tree.

Love and death swirls 
into pluralismo worlds.

Shed of snakes
awakens original sin.

Heavy like a sacred heart,
horror weighs in.

Uplifting swoons, 
unscrupulous wounds.

Transverberations unfurl. 
Makes gristle and hurls.

For the grout 
in my throat.

Ferries a mania.
Weather eye open
open
open.

Chops at wind.
Snaps at rope.