I. Waves of hair, gold,
Suspended by a sun,
Light nail stubs, tracing, dancing.
(Blood becomes a spiritual tug.)
II. She is muscle, grace in sinews
Strung from tender bones, light on the
Corners and rest, sink, bobbing, bright
(memory of birth)...
III. Sugar, her gaze and touch, oh love
Fuzzy fingertips, burning,
Her tongue the subtlest of fires.
(It is more careful when cold.)
IV. She strings, warm, milky soft, with her tender rumblings,
Crushing and filling, the tightest promise,
Her ribcage outlived, swaying,
(Awaken, alight).
