Viscosity Girl

Viscosity is the slow

August heat wrapped

around the day like velvet.

Honey. A sadness in the heart

like stone. What flexes through sinew

and bone to the hidden

starfish center.

A thousand blinking nuances, each one

arrayed like sticky dabs of starlight.

Helix of birthcord desire,

sweet-sour grapefruit of addictions,

scent of resin, brine, tar, violets,

females netherpetals blooming

in the midday heat.

And this, my friend, is woman.

Whatever it is that writhes to be heard,

ripples like a Chinese dragon,

belts out the answering "Yes!"

my life, my heart,

breathe it in through your pores

and ripen.