My skin is keen to dream ten dreams--
One for each of your fingers.
I want to count each one
With my heartbeat,
Sweet One of mine.
I feel like a dangled strawberry.
I feel like a clever crime, gotten away with.
I feel like an ocean wave--
Slide into me,
Be moon to my tide.
I feel as if I were a new jar of peanut butter, smooth and
Just begging to be disturbed.
My arms are like the strands of a ribbon untied.
My hair is falling darkly over my right eye,
And my left is looking for trouble.
When you hold anything, I dream of the stems of lilies for weeks.
I am a wet vase.
Kiss me now, before the stars move.
Make my bed your garden.
Tend my love with yours through the night.