I want to
overwhelm your mountains
hey, girl
I am a dripper of coins
a pouch for you, stain your sheets with copper and nickel
stick to your summer fur
rub me behind the earfolds, makeawish
sit around outside in dark dark silent summer
or lay on your stone, on your back, shirt pulled up
pale stomach
constellation-lit
my constellated torso
and
longlegs
crossed at the ankles
be my best friend at nighttime
urge me coquette
try for me to call you through a flirt, a longdistance wink at-me
so I can fold my wings
under my down spots
in my own bod
to wihdraw from your touch-words
the threat of
the hum of
your mellifluous murmurs
it might be on the way, or a thousand miles out of
on the way
the pacific, almost reaches
or canada, it nearly touches me
get me in your forest climate,
I want into your urging dense
your fat ancient wood
making me a small thing,
an occasional thing
my spot body for your moss
to cling to
give my suctions little flirts to grip
and temporary promises to sigh about
