I could tell you
About the chair always vacant next to mine:
And oh yes the other side of the bed so fresh and cold
For preservation and pickling
And then let’s speak of the midnight hour when the dogs stir
And the furnace is down
Or the lights go off
And only I know where the circuit breaker is
And the tire goes flat on the side of 101
It’s late at night and I am one tough girl
But what I really want you to know
Is how it feels to be empty and then full
Cold and then warm
Hard and then soft
Like the sweet dew on the grass
Or the taste of your open mouth
Or the sight of your belly which makes me weeps.
I could lie all day with you and watch the shadows tell time on the pale blue wall
Even If I put my finger down on the floor the world won’t stop.
You are the treasure I stopped searching for a long time ago.