Clitoris on Fire

By god!
and all that's prolific ;
ever growing in nature
these oppositons
have become quite ruthless
if, merciless in nature-
even if the truth is more so,
each root is fact;
springing about new growth
their touch
once contracted;
becomes an afflicted
sensory consitution
its only declaration:
to pillage and burn the institution once promised to you.
An institution
which in its destruction
pollutes the once benign heart,
replacing hope with knowledge.
each fact, debases the
mind and its eye's
most honored pupil,
to the
nothingness that bad education brings.
Digress, foward to each pressing matter;
severed palm, to chest
parallelled to the following sequence
rosey lips a bloom- fleshy buds
which ravishly
most, ravenously
mirror fecund thighs,
opening wider than the thames
for that infamous
resolution,
to tame me.