She is on the other end of a phone
listening to me waddle among my own words
tripping and stumbling over every article
and she is calm and smiling
she sees the center of my gravity
my pivot point
and she grounds her eyes deep within my stomach
and levitates me

if i had met her
it would be exhausting
peacefully tormenting
quiet dear agony as i bathe in her eyes

conquering me like a strong breeze
swaying my leaves
i breath her in
and succumb to her movement

if i could only lie naked on her rug
and be stretched before her
my soul would find its way to my surface
and cuddle up to her hand upon me
and it would be easy
easy to show her my needs
how famished i am

and she knows this clearly
and i a fly to her hand's sweetness
relentlessly clinging to her
lapping up crumbs of her attention

her eyes spill beyond just me into her dreamland
and even though the eruptions within me are of only her
her mind has many alleys where she dwells
i try to follow her but am too meek for her labyrinth
i am the ball that falls early into the dark cell
and waits desperately for her hand to pluck me for her pleasures