root to sensual mountain

i thought

your mouth could

insert no

other touches

no other bursts

but the swell of

turquoise brings

thunderclaps to

synapses

receives the tide’s

gasp of mirrors,

a lake were it

to spill

adrift the buried shells

inert bees are alerted

to fuss the sugar and

caramel twisted senses

squeeze full orchid

arrival of trumpets

curves are visual-dew-

losses, returns shudder -

from magenta blushes

that root drinks supper

and tho the guzzle is

fleeting, sudden muscles

sublime

laid there like debris

rid of stars and their

meteor orbits, rid of

the world about, just

bliss