I find Love in the kitchen.
She is solid and wide.
Her face is a secret, her hair is the sea.
She enters a room and fills it.
I want to drown. I want to know.
Plush and deep and rich, she opens
her arms, she opens her face. I sleep
with my hands on her breasts.
I drown. When I reach for the surface
I swim and swim for shore. When I leave,
I leave honestly. I take everything. I learn
to live in the desert.