SOME SENSATIONS & THE MYSTERY OF BODIES
Flock of steps
feels good up the staircase
candle illuminates small space
pacing way to destination
Sweet smell o’ air, coolness
oxygen passes into the factory of lungs,
the ordered tangle of an
Escher print
Cat’s cradle aloft,
gravitational body
buoyant and plumb
Tongue set in house,
waits dormant
’til it tastes
~ Lady