Tomorrow morning, my beloved,
I will kiss the spot
below your left ear lobe
and then the blue veined spot
inside your right elbow
and then an inch below your navel,
and then atop your Venusian mound,
thus tying them all together for eternity
with the threaded spittle of my love.
Whenever after I embrace you,
I know you'll fold up neatly
like a paperback copy of a
Picasso cubist painted woman
in two dimensions,
so I can carry you eternally in my
left breast pocket
nearest my heart.