"how in one mouth could everything be buried"
In this private ghostland, our spiritplace I love you.
My viens run thick with love for you.
The awestruck pleasure of your nightly tongue
weaving poetry creates a pearl necklace within me.
Pearls I wear with honor at every ball we attend.
Tonight, the air feels odd. An atmosphere hungry
for the bread of my flesh. Your mouth full of
the secrets and the wine that sustain me. Your mouth,
prepares me for this extravagant submission.
[Introductory quote: Maria Isabel Pita]