around the tree
around the loop
around the thumb
and into the bunny
hutch
a little tie of a bow
of a sweetheart
racking up desire
like brownies
in the oven
the thermostat is blooey
and the metaphorical
check engine light
is lit
craving is carving a niche
like a sutra position one uses
to transcend one top
for another
and that is how i spin
in the sultry belief
of a connection with
you