nil be a summer slope to roll peaches down.
rl be a bridge,
balancing your sex
above your thighs,
above your sloping back
I be a diver
clenched into cannonshot
but split, pierced, unwaterworthy-
youll have to pull me back sodden.
I'll be a ripple nursing at your loins,
Il be a wave:
I'l be a tower.
rl be the Andes
ragged and round with many secret rivers
with hidden cities
carved into the ridges
with whirlpools of earth and water
with forests condors circle
with autumn forests letting down their leaves,
