PREFACE
oh that face of thee with the tints of decay pallid pale ast some bleached out flower thy eyes like the stagnate waters of some decomposing pool the perfumed fumes of thee a nimbus that surrounds like some pestilential mist the cunt of thee some o’er ripe fruit with the hues of autumn leaves that breaths out sulphide of hydrogen but ah whenst thee dost feed like some leprous thing upon desires sucking the life fromst things thenst thee to a rosy bloom do form peachy skin eyes a light with vivacity thy scent the scented perfumed fumes all the gardens of the world thee be the lurid colors of spring time thee be the tasty new born fruit while decaying at thy feet be the lover that thee didst seek