“Beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing, fallen sparrows”
Let the night magnify.
Touch me again, & help me sleep.
I don’t care about jewels, I want your breath
on my neck, pearls of desire,
the golden thoughts of your eyes.
I fall asleep with the thought of your hands
as my deliverance & pleasure
& in my vision
I see you, come against you,