To Jane
by Chris Hagelstein

let it be said,
A woman can strike ye dead,
By sluck of her eyes and love-bed,
Long legs so lonely, which led
To stomping kisses on ye head,
And lush nawings, necks red--
From out of the shower, watersled-
Sliding falling over in Secret shed,
Rumbling consumpative flesh bread,
Insatiable heaven, the bathrobe is shred,
Passion drove on as logic quickly fled-
Gave up on trust, and loved instead,
Kissing the ground your hips did tread,
As our frantic kisses mind-melted-
Engulfing must-haves of molten lava-
Earthquaken indentities began a-starvin'-
Eruptions of lies of former sins-
Jumped-on-fire, atonement slipped in,
And made you laughing swinging,
Clenching something anything to be in,
And raising your neck to the ceiling-
All was so fillng, pulmping one man's rule.
Confiscated by loins and breast he grasp-
Hard-on-the-rocks, with splashs in-ass,
Bulging into the forest of her mnemonic wrath-
Drunken-weight bodies in chaotic desire,
Today was the day for us to defile,
Telling the boss , "I'll be late,"
While the other one exhausts over erect frog-ape,
Groaning in jest, in disconnected phone-
The caller hung on, insane and alone,
Your body roasted furiously, this one might last
Which probes you inside, annihilating the past:
Gargantunan gulps fighting for air
As sweat matted down fringes of your hair,
Repeadly devouring the questions you prayed,
"If this is not now, then what is this made?"
I surrendered to repeat the words all over:
"You make me love you", but did not tell her.
Irregular lunges in hopes to contain
Made our catalytic surges wild and inflamed,
Pressing onwards to find us the end,
Made you turn and cruise and burn and bend,
Finding nothing which nothing would bear,
As you shook around, and hung in mid-air,
Holding you and resisting your limbic swerve
Testament against nature, in turn, you deserved
Knowing the vessels which filled your mirth-
Destined to get men who loved you, as birth-
Pulsating legs which squelched for him in
And thundering arms and body which hugged and dug in-
Screaming forward, kissing your man,
All you know of him, he'd never understand.

Angels flipped-flopped in heart-beaten passing,
Above these two bodies in search of everlasting.
And, if in times they had took one or two
To the end of Time where Love stands true,
Strip me bare of soul and food,
They'd never touch the day that I once loved you.