sitting here in the mere ness of my self, the meagerness, the merryless ness of me,
marry me baby be, marry me by a medlar tree.
stay with me baby be, stay with me in a nook,
crawl, hands on grass, on mud, on water, crawl
like hatchlings finding the pond,
cradle me hatchling baby be, cradle my brave decent from agonies alabaster agony, cradle my fall to the mercurial delight of watching your starlight loom,
stay fast by the ready, stay fast by and by.
i speak of only seeing your body envelope mine in a shell that emits only darkness and accepts only light,
is this a daunting task? am i your taskmaster?
if so, so be it, i’ll whip you to shape- task master me,
i’ll cradle your belly, falling belly, simple belly, rub belly, here is the end of me known simply as Peralta.
a girl who stops and bends and calls, and swoops and sighs and turns.
turn me over sunshine rover, turn me over and over in our mental labia, dense and soft, supple. yield thy arrows and the crown is yours to wear. gasp. gape. grapple with significance standing up. 