Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams 
Her honey belly pulls the seams 
Curves are still upon the hinge 
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin 
 
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night 
The sponge is full, well out of sight 
All around the conversations 
Icing on the warm flesh cake 
 
Light creeps through her secret tunnels 
Sucked into the open spaces 
Burning out in sudden flashes 
Draining blood from well-fed faces 
 
Desires form in subtle whispers 
Flex the muscles in denial 
Up and down its pristine cage 
So the music, so the trial 
 
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens 
Dance in circles, they the blessed 
Man and wife, undressed by all 
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed 
 
Even as the soft skins tingle 
They mingle with the homeless mother 
Who loves the day but lives another 
That once was hers 
 
The worried father, long lost lover 
Brushes ashes with his broom 
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover 
Bursting over the bride and groom 
 
And the talk goes on 
 
Memories crash on tireless waves 
The lifeguards whom the winter saves 
 
Silence falls the guillotine 
All the doors are shut 
Nervous hands grip tight the knife 
In the darkness, till the cake is cut 
Passed around, in little pieces 
The body and the flesh 
The family and the fishing-net 
And another in the mesh 
 
The body and the flesh