Like ossein splinters disturbing my frame
in bursts of red light, even green
Peculiar bites emblazon my face -
you will see them and might understand
Softer than words and harder than blows
from a mouth, a manus, a mother, all three
Ugly like violence and fire like hate,
unruly, the way it advanced unto me

Makes me feel fine, like fur on an infant
Makes me feel anxious, the prospect of "Victim"
Makes me feel fried, my insides are baking
My entrails are rising like sweet bread, and smoking,
foresaking my body and cruelly provoking
my heart to jump ship
through a forgiving rip
from the plank of my lung
to the tongue's crimson tip
The organ conveniently finding your lap
You're sniggering, shuddering, standing to clap
Now that you finally comprehend
the joke that I played on myself

Many girls want to be carnal with me... because I am such a premium dancer!