animal noises hang crystallized
from the plate of my mouth,
the lilt of archipelago gusts
meets skin, pores, tilted straws,
the cavernous geology of my
veins. alien valves mine
nectared love and return it like voice
to a microphone—unadorned
and expecting nothing in return.
my cardinal senses, they right themselves
by your rise and descent waist side.
I am swallowing hard in the mirror,
like stacked colored glass or
pebbled beaches holding secrets
in their muggy fissures.
babies return to the sea by your song,
waddling by starlight till foam meets
throat and the threat of foxes
dissolves in the blue mist.
let’s role play, I’m the pestle and
you’re the powder dilated
along the yawn of the dish.
I’ll cake you into the pores, you bond
ornament to my edifice, and soft
as the moon to the grass, I’ll open
you up and lay you out bare.