the symposium

absolutely useless, i
skim the surface of her body:
veil too tightly knit to pry
open. tiny as basmati

rice, precision kisses crawl
up her lofty leg, like ivy
spiraling a tower wall.
cloistered, yes, but when those lively

legs, astride my face, dig in,
boulders, telegraphing jelly
tremors, splinter miles within.
listen to her milky belly,

pregnant with astronomy.
stars collide. and planets, sinking,
bubble muffled monody
(in the window of a blinking

pod, adrift without a crew).
raptured by these gastric waltzes,
i relive, through deja-vu:
cosmic slugs in peristalsis,

spliced inside the same cocoon,
bead of iridescent jissom
dangling from the crescent moon,
we were one! before the schism,

love was not some mythic tryst
locked inside my eager lover,
not this door which i enlist
every magic to discover.