curve around you until you're maple,
climb the soft pieces of you with spikes,
insert a vibrating dial, and conjure you
in living goop. I will slip my hand
under your belt and lose a wisdom tooth,
make a necklace of it, and hang it around
your neck. My gift of light will shimmer
on your smooth throat and all the institutes of longing
will permeate the landscape with medicinal
cloud formations that disperse calming
solutions of tingle water and kink spray.
I will secrete a secret mud that enhances
your ability to thrust your hips into mine
on a bed that is damp and purple.
You are smooth and redolent with amber
pressing against the sheets so hard
that when you sit up you leave behind
an impression of your body. See you later!