An evening´s jet
Crossed sky trajectories
This hill bound scene.
An England merry

Summer green
Of duck & squirrel,
Pond & bloodhound,
Where flocks she now

Fair teenage locks upon
His naked breast laid
& boldly flares for crotch.
Nor anxious furtive look

That as it scares, dares,
Delays ravishment
When sacrifice is done
Together with the setting sun.
Gift of Tongues