you
swell me with yawns of pleasure
slithers of pleasure
anchors of pleasure
unsettle staticky laziness in my nerves
raise my arms in shivers
compose me in blood-heavy waves
in shapes of snakewalks, shoreline erosion,
hula hips, banana curves,
the fluted clouds at the edge of a storm
the depth of those
implacable hour-hands
minute hands
second hands
a mill of time to grind
until i can be beneath your hands
or help up by them
or trapped by them
until what is called up
can be set by again