I got my baby back
and now he is sweeter and softer,
hard like a lion,
velvet like cake.
His juiciness can climb the tallest building,
leap the widest sea,
covers the planet in sun splach,
paints the night sky with silvery droplets of moon.
Now he’s bubbling through my veins
and you know what that means—
Pop! goes a volcano in Hawaii.
Cause my baby is back,
and I am going to suck his angel breath
all the way down to my chattering saloon doors.
Gwendalyn Gilliam, Incline Village, January 19, 2011