Growing God
is what I’m doing when
I ask if you’ve eaten, would
you like me to prepare a bite
for you. No a or the needed:
I know what I see, who is
standing in my kitchen, and
I know what it is I’m doing.
I ask if you’ve eaten. This
is what I ask. What I mean
is not to ask anything, but to say:
You fulsome fox, you are umm,
the Om in my fervid fucksome.
My nympholept, my fatling,
my galaxy of so fine, my bed
is an island, and you’re stranded.
My land mine’s yours, so go mine
… over, Lover, yes, over and over,
hover just above, or, keep closer,
or under or how ever, just love me
like that, Lover, yes. Yes, like that.
–Veronica Castrillon