Our meeting’s matriarch
(the softly offered appellation fits
like felted haberdashery)
sits upright in accustomed place
...
I could perhaps record
in words
how once upon my life
inside
...
As oil on water
I live in pictures of you
Iridescent
Swirling stream
...
I am the junior god of transformation
(you do not need to know me)
I work the scratter lever.
...
All over-all
And over,
Drawn on and in
and in each scared moment
...
My darling.
I, as you are unwrapped
Sense you in your perfume
Watch
...