Come, swoon again, we who invented dying
And the whole alchemy of resurrection.
They will concoct a scripture explaining this.
–Carolyn Kizer, The Copulating Gods
send me photos of your body, in fragments:
knees, cheeks, hands
take in a light that will show me what you adore
send me clues so I can map a path to you
finding curves best traced as embraces
guided by boundaries that leave me softer
send me your theories and your reveries
this is an intimate appeal, a personal request
show me how you release your imagination
