It stung God. / They say his spinal cord ran straight out of the sun. You fit into me
 like a hook into an eye . a fish hook.  an open eye. Will you turn your palms to the sky? Will you turn your palms to the prayer hunger makes? Will you feed and feed, and lick the bowl clean when we're both full? The beast loved the prey, it was obvious. It ripped the poor things throat out, and then licked the dying wound with the most passionate affection. I thought blindly , this is desire , I am delirious with affection .