Imagine;
I'm tangled up between her
Magnanimous, chilling legs. Face
Pressed comparably to the earth,
Nose only smelling what God himself created.
My lovely Navajo eyes see nothing
As she sighs—
Carrying my sumptuous will away again.
I feel nothing from head to toe,
Nails clawing at air,
Lips pressed eagerly to snow.
She's right behind me—
There's nothing more to know.
I smash together with heartbeats,
Breathing,
Wonderful harpy named love in tow.
Brittlely crying,
Not knowing what else to do.
She's got me, here,
Weighing joyfully on my soul.
Arms made of starched satin,
Eyelids full of unlikable cables,
Knees killed by sinking sails.
She's mine; I'm hers—
That's all I know.
