Which Is Where We Are Now

Your blue shoes
 with squat, square knob heels
Your calves
The backs of your thighs
Your denim jacket
The sheer waves of your brunette hair
Your over-the-shoulder glance
Your upturned nose
Your chortle
Your shepherding your dog past

Whenever you gaze at me
 I don’t show it,
 but my clear lake ripples
I yearn for you
 but hold back
 and secretly I scheme
If I could make you see
 how lovely you are
 then you might become foolish
 enough to kiss me
I could turn you into a Narcisa,
 the way we fondly gaze
 at one another,
 and then hold you fast
I honestly reveal your beauty,
 but on closer inspection
 you realize my cheap amalgam
I confess there are others
 whose prettiness I’ve winked at
You feel betrayed by your vanity
I’m stunned by your ravishing exit
The bounty of your presence was always true
I remain, a picture of hollowness,
 my silver tongue calling after you
 only to be tantalized by echoes
 of remembrance 

My love might seem a dot,
 a jot to stop and end on
Up close you’ll note a dote,
 a boat to float a dream on

You tantalized me with
 the tickles of your tendrils
I delighted in watching you
 traverse my entire surface
It was a bit rude
 and there was some pain
 when you took the first bite,
 my complexion blemished
Now, you are simply inside me
 I blink as you consume my very insides
 I feel faint and you turn me mushy
 It hurts and I feel like I’m losing myself
  a little bit at a time
At times, I wish you would stop
 gnawing away at me
I accept, with my heterozygosity,
 that my children would be bound
 to have crabby dispositions
As I wonder if anything will be left of me,
 a secret thrill quivers at my core:
 I envision your searching mandibles
 encircling the tip of my seed,
 devouring me completely

I thank your universe
I speak it to your lips
I kiss it to your ear

On Buddha’s belly
bumble bees buzz
fuzz tickles
sweet stings
lips drip kiss
full of honey