Stretch out your hands
The tip of your finger is the sky; your toe anchored into the ground
An ocean whirls in your belly
And your goose bumped hairs are trees
Covering desolate mountaintops
Covering the eyes of moths
Stars orbit around your eyes
And Jupiter’s rings spin round your fingertips
8 moons circle your head
as butterflies flee from your breath
waterfalls burst and flow down your drooling lips
your tounge a lake, your vains coiled endless rivers
your belly is grumbling
thirsty and hungry for the essence.