a swarm of bees sucked mouth
to mouth like oceans of telephones

she called it love to make the room around
did not guard itself against this hurricane

of tongues swollen by these spoken burlesques
of the tumultuous horizon is something savory

realities roll on as music plays
between sex hot majesty of sheets vibrates

strolls the insides amazed by various hangings
someone's portrait to thrill on tossed about excitedly