your tooth ache, an ivory tower so let down your long perfect legs I'll untie the knots with my lips and my tongue and rub Ambisol into your hair 'cause those paper cuts kept you from writing a poem so epic and true about how you are cursed with a beauty so great I'm sure that it's hard being you so put down that book it's too serious I'll undress you as I make a joke but please try not to laugh as I swim in your flesh just hold your breath 'til I finish