the sun in estrusknowledge is the fever   the silken splendor of invisible screamsbrims with the flavorof ancient melodies   her lips unbuttonedsuggesting the shapeof a puckered heart

                      -T Gunn


   the sun in estrus
knowledge is the fever

   the silken splendor 
of invisible screams
brims with the flavor
of ancient melodies

   her lips unbuttoned
suggesting the shape
of a puckered heart

                      -T Gunn