e die,
elcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, wher care nor
care to kno
DEAtERNAL.
e pray,
Savoring s teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, wher know nor
ERNAL.
e love,
Rubbing th gloved hands,
Inverting our moutongued kisses,
Kisses t neitouch nor
care to touch if
LOVE IS INtERNAL.