night beneath a fruitbats wing in f #

all strings dragged like road kill
to a death or finnality
that appears right
jelly jostle jizz love
wet sexuality
wrapped in a sweater of
existance never seen by most
the little men sing falsettos
little women coax in aprons they do not want
they do not understand
and
dance,
damn you, dance
to the sound of that
friggin violin
you know that coaxing sound
so damn high
so ....
crotch licking low
that only
your exsctatic screams could writhe
through, between, into
and yet the tone shows no mercy
and makes one not want to sleep
why not you
i hold you tight
in a night that will not let you go