I wish I could scoop up your pretty head
and plunge my hand, tool and talon,
past the opulent orb of your sea green eye
and touch grey matter. Would it matter
that your eyes closed for the last time,
if I could cop-a-feel of the cogs
in your clockwork mind; learn learn learn
my mistakes? Fix so many breaks?
Surrender yourself silently
and submit to my desire.
I will open you up, look, and gorge.