i can dig you if we start at the shoulderblades prying caged ribs open, i claw my way through muscle tissue index, middle, plugging your aorta shuddering instinctively as they probe an earnest tongue lapping clitoris on the hardwood while lathered up but steady hands reach for the mirror draw it near draw it near draw your furrow in the creases of my eye sockets to mingle with stagnant blood