This Jaw in My Fingers
This jaw in my fingers; head in my hand!
A specimen of good skull opened up
And proudly committed to pleasing me;
Gleeful, grateful, it thirsts an ardent seed
And longs the milk of that rosacian teat
Extending perversely before it,
Yet already cosmologically distant -
Carried away on the prethinking of
Such splendid scenarios I'll soon devise.