If you long jealously
to inhale the subcutaneous glow
that whirls in me
And offer your ear
to the contagious feelings
of the first realization...
Then sneak up on me
my dear fecundity
with your elliptic waist,
and nibble all over
the ratty craven noncore with
your sharp tongue,
so survives only glistening spine
and writhing nerve...
and my vigorous spirit.
The sole new direction
in the tangled darkness
of your tepid heart.
The lone conclusive nemesis
of the ice age in your breast.
