portray I have the valley of your flesh
before me here be dragons but my mouth
won’t stop there if words can cause you gooseflesh
shivers, draw shooting stars down, travel south
from nape and neck to collar bone, lower
beyond ribs, to the belly where the laugh
sleeps, the gasp, the path that your ghost lover
once took. I will mark you well. words are half
physical, half divine. like flesh. we bruise
into crop circles. my tongue in your hair
I will call forth your milky way, I will
spill the heavens across your thighs. infuse
you with words, rare ones like clit, cum and prayer,
common ones like laugh, dance and daffodil.