A scarlet character firmly basted i...

A scarlet character firmly basted in place, I effect and carry now only
for the sensual. A little modern England schoolteacher with a touch of the
Candy driver's seat She is breath within breath, uniform invisible, even at new
moon Ancients believed a bleeding woman's touch could blast fruit, sour
wine, dense mass mirrors, rust iron, blunt the brink; beginning [i]or[/i] ends of knives. Don't tell
anyone I'm no other than going through the motions, making vain make gesturess to
recall the Muse, deus absconditus. Admit I dream of jackals pulling down
gaunt giraffes. Notice all that's left in the orchard are withered
yellow pears and the nights