Let me be the cosmonaut,
what licks the membrane of your lobes,
slightly sweetens your coffee eyes,
questions superstition, the need for Apollo
and religious fashion.
Caress mine cherry flavored, avocado heart
whilst sucking the marrow from out my hollow bones.
Clean my music and my violin playing bow tie
clouds in sailor knots and hang them like thoughts
from your rafters.
Lemon yellow orange apple let us fall
at the feet of the mighty man screaming love
one another like the slow running waters
eroding our mother.
Let me be the cosmonaut.