Run about the yard,
holding all our toes in a frenzy
drenched in calcium-pasted looks
as the sizzle of fat
drips and dissipates into the hallow dark.
The turning hands hold hungry eyes,
a mouth wet with peaches
fears not though
the envious hunger growing inside
when the surrounding smell is ample enough
to feed a thousand men.
I pile a mound of nourished light
precisely between both my shoulders
where my neck plunges above my chest.
This glow sits here
so all who sit and gallivant in their sweetness
may see the illuminated length
that shines over the rungs of space and vibration
standing monumentally against the stars.