still life as ink

Come write a poem with me
embrace me with breathless
centrifugal whorls
bind me with flourish of thought.

Calligraphy me
with your little boy ways
interpreting sex with your vowels
ohhhhhh.

Scrawl me pinkish with pencil between
strawberry roan or crimsoned king
purple-caped whoosh
of Japanese silk, hand-sewn.

Sow me obsessive, vigilant verbs
plant, plunge, moan, rise
letter by letter, impressed upon lips
that beg to kiss, fuck and cry.

You are thesaurus, immigrant tongue
your nouns, my adverbs
your lashes, my toes
your vision
my tunnel, our glimmers of hope.