my mouth
is so full
of your deliciousness
that it would
all come pouring out
if i tried to
explain it.

i am forced to swallow.

if not id be caught
licking it off the floor
and off your feet.

room
to room
reflections of
   youth
   the set of
things a timid under-
standing   this womanish
   body
   reverberates
the lie like sun
shine on water

domesticity   close to
home   a slick casing
left  as the pulsing
breathing thing moves
on

I'll decorate anyway
the hollow
where I dwell  and see
slivers of memory
in every picture
hung

when you're heart's free,

        call me, let me know when

        you let yourself off of chasing dreams

        and pursue me for a bit

        it'll be a lot better a reality settling with me

   dancing to me even with frail gestures

   proves more intimate than finding ourselves

     wrapping legs together and getting naked;

     just when you think you're sinking i'll let you know

your heart is still free to dance with me