I wanted a golden pussy of pleasure
purer than heroin
to honor you inside
A spacious heart to take away
shoes and stretching
The anatomy of love
Oh, if I were
the purest golden pussy of pleasure
that heroin or heaven
to honor you inside
A double bed shaped like a heart
like a meadow in Yosemite
So that you can rest in it
Imagination as clear and active as
sunny tide pools
To serve you good dinner conversation
A soul like your face before
being born
To glorify you inside
breasts, hair, fingers
the whole city of my body
In your arms all night
Elise Cowen


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