Lovely, needs some tidying up, but that's all. Please please get rid of the qoutation marks at the end. Oh, it's like wearing white platformed sandals with black hose. In fact if you toss that entire last line out, the poem would be the better for it. You've already brought the soul in at the first line of that stanza. Leave it be.

Many times I ask myself why I keep coming back to poemranker. Is it some sick co-dependent habit, an acting out of familial dysfunction? Then I find poetry, like an artifact toss carelessly among the rubbish, and I realize for a glimmer of a moment, no, it is my desire to feel the truth some stranger might share. A poem works for me not because I understand its details, but simply because the sound of it strikes upon familiar tones. This poem is pleasant, and poignant, the way a certain lullaby can calm, or the way a loved ones breathing registers a sense of belonging. Here is what the artist strives for, not sense, so much as beauty.

God, you give me such a throbbing boner.

A winged penis in a tank full of pirahanas.

lotsa vtamin B

Jim Jones and John Travolta painting the town red.

Ironically, that's what my morning shit said.

Oh shit!

The beginning was excellent - great images and word play - but the last stanza just lost the feeling as a whole..

Not much to add to that, very good observation

cancers are not like a tumour they are a tumour if they are in the brain.

Using the word soul is too abstract, you can not expect the reader to understand your conception of it. Beautiful on the surface/but if you swim in me.... the following should be why you are not beautiful, not about caressing islands. I think carress islands should come before 'but if you swim in me' It is a rough draft, but I would not comment if I thought it was meritless, I think you have some nice images and although the idea is a bit worn I'm sure you can polish it up a bit.