"How the bonobos came to christ"

A more loving, kinder species to eat of the fruit, tangy as the brine A lubricious brow's
  worth the risk

To be safe inside, shirtless, under the broad-  brimmed leaf, in the heat, is worthy
   the preening—& abjection oh!—

freed from the water-stain &  voluntary wound in the thigh that never closes, never

'Collective is the corrective!' she says, as the jaws thrust into  the wind attest

An ugly organ of death is the mouth of a he-spartan cycling and meaning ever to be one
  to loners!

To be holy by the sign of a hand-clap  makes her Lady  — who is  rather crotch-
  respectful to them's as inside—

but teeth grind on and spin greedily, with the toes or rocks & verdures looking
  the same, same as everything!

A slew of rind, under bushel & toes, speak well to the eternal junket of seed, munch
  and tree,
                 two becoming three