a knuckled skull
with no where to go
made of mud and blood
took a needle to sew

made her
during a blood moon
her parts for pleasure
some one to spoon

did it in shadows
so angels couldn't see
fashioned detritus
scraped a dead tree

gave her toes
and a small chin
played a samba
and shaped her thin

after i wove her
from spiritous mist
she called me god
i did insist

i wanted her sexy
incantations and scum
made to do the who-la
resurrection did come

in barbarous tongue
i enshrined truth on her head
she animated
and got out of bed

who am i
she begged to see
my lover always
i said with glee

what is love
she did inquire
its feelings of warmth
that do inspire

where are they, where is it
is it in this room
i have nothing in me
where does it loom

i pulled down my pants
she looked up with shock
oh my god i get it
what a beautiful cock

she came at me
unbridled and mad
grabbed me and broke me
and called me dad

she starved for a stuffing
and sucked like a pig
huffing and puffing
my dick got so big

we lived together
til i dropped dead
she lives forever
still waiting in bed