sketch of a goddess

Sketch of a goddess

That one’s past it. But this one’s in her prime.
She utters herself
Utterly into appeal. A surrender
Of torn mucous membranes, veined and purpled,
A translucence of internal organs
In a frisson,
Torn open,
The core debauched,
All loosely dangling helplessness
And enfolding claspers
Delicately holding herself
as if every edge were cringing round a nerve.
Actually
she’s lolling her tongue right out,
her uvula arched,
her uterus everted-

Ted Hughes, Sketch of a goddess
(book: flowers and insects)