You sink
In between the grooves
Of my spine
And inch upward,
Downward,
Inside folds of flesh,
Through floods
Of fervent fancies
Your arm drapes around
The clever turn of a hip;
A dress strap slips
Onto the inside bend
Of an elbow
I feel stars
Hurtle
Amid lips,
On the tips of tongues,
Inside the stomach
Of an unfed day
And the light of time
Flickers on the surface
Of a soul