I 
Which brings us to the strap-on— 
thrusting manufactured
without the shame of connected tissue— 
and, accordingly,

my gaze which he has named demonic.


II
From the Greek daimonikos. 
Opened for gloating spear

twelve floors in sleepless indigo. 
Above sin, divorced from Maat.


III 
I have had but kept none.
The woman I loved escaped and 
my only hold is to his cheek

while I drive my love in.