If I told you I nearly fainted today
trying to make my pussy taste sweet for you,
(I'm allergic to pineapple,
by the way)
and had to toss back a glassfull of baking soda
water to quiet the abdominal creature
spitting y o u are the rosebud
my dew longs to rest upon,
would you think I was crazy?
she does not know
how aching things rejoice in spillage,
fractures, she says
there is stillness in God.
See Jane pump out love poems
for a lioness gazing at the sun.
See Jane's words fly off with the cranes.
there is only us,
and the spring.