Come get in the ring.
I’ve made you tea and brought your favourite chair. Talk to me. Tell me all about it.
Under the moon, we will dance to the rhythm of the distant flowers of the sea.
Your mouth a wondrous cave I wander through, humming.
Life swims in your pockets,
And in the middle of your voice is a grand spoon of ice cream, big as a room.
One lick sends the stars spinning.
I want it again.
The taste of you.