Poem

Metamorphosis

I.

Sea spell
deal with me. Roar
of your system
of lore: wavelengths
of her voice, Aphrodite
on the half shell. Take a-
part the moored vision I
have of her; the scent
and taste of everything:
jasmine lacquered
skin, night dew frosted
eyes with star
sparkle, vanilla lips,
cinnamon feathered hair,
mint-chocolate layered
ears. Here, take my hand.

II.

My monkey hands
over my eyes, ears
and mouth distort
our evolution: see no
evil, hear no evil, speak
no more. I intuit;
you change. Here, take
my hand, lead me.