In agony of pleasure
   i crumble to my knees
   i lick your frozen treasure
   you cup my furry bees
  
   but one bee bubbles over
   your fleshy brimming cup
   it falls into the clover
   and lands all downside up
  
   it crawls across your stomach
   not far above the food
   that you are still digesting
   inside your large intestine
  
   and into your hydrangea
   it draws its furry legs
   you're crouching like a stranger
   that aches to lay her eggs
  
   in ecstacy of pressure
   you quiver in the jam
   while naked angels measure
   a piece of rotting ham
  
   in symphonies of jelly
   you play with my disease
   while back across your belly
   there crawl dusty bees