The black dead protein
shielding her silver skull,
her green glassy eyes,
a cheek, I love that so.

A drop of salty sweat
cooling her rubbery neck,
her rubbers, reaching
a deep dark hole, I love that so.

The reflection from her polished toe,
lighting the dark taverns,
between her thighs, raising
a million salutes, I love that so.

Her disgust with her love,
his obsession with the whore,
bodies craving for brains,
deliriously, I love that so.