muladhara

As softly as yor kisses

over the inner mouth of my stern

As gently as you hair

over the swellin'baldness of my bow

I could stare at you swirling silhouette day by day

'cause you are a vessel-man

And I am a blindworm-woman

And we are the rain pourin'down scattered lifetime's rafts

In a warmly smearin' monsoon of delight