Autopsy

My blood gouts like semen from this wound.
She only touched me that one time.
Did you see the girl as she left,
Her windbreaker twisted by those hands
That were never still? Did you see
Her in that small car flat out down
The road to Cambria, trailing her promises?
Turning forty-five degrees in this odd Heat
She holds me close for five minutes,
Ten on a good night, she slides
Her Serpent's tongue briefly into my world.
Did you ever see a girl so beautiful?
Her time disowned the chambered
Heart each pint of desire posted
In a planned dissembling.