I am human.
My core is gold.
I am malleable.
I am precious.

tip the body boat
walk the shaky deck
understand nothing
about the forces of water
deep, dark water
that is light in the morning
and rocking at night

let the mermaid sing
to her creatures
let the men pull the sails
steer the angles
bail out the senses

she writhes you
into oblivion
into awakening

sweet water.

Dove in my chest
Settle please
Your wing tips are anxious
My stomach is full

Dove in my chest
The swallowed sunlight
Should shoo away the tired
Come alive.
Come alive.
Come alive.

Dove in my chest
Drag the worry from
My hip basin
Up my insides
Out my insides
Fly away
Fly away

Turn me inside, flightside

Out.

I sit.
I sit and lick my
Lips in anticipation for
The sweet fruit of guilt.
Saliva works its way between
My teeth, filling the space of my lips
With a word, words, tinged with forced
Glory (or so I hope).
I sit and place my tongue into the whole.hole.
Holy in its placement. Hidden away.
The saliva is sinking into my divine space.
The mole of my molar dreaming, digging
for cement thoughts to
Fill the space and trap the word, words.
I sit.
I sit and lick my teeth
In anticipation
To tell.