memoirs of a devotee

...my devotional body...  coiled

my lips yearn to move 

my tongue to smooth

my form just a billet-doux 

saying I love you 

wanting words 

taunting verbs 

Grip, tangle 

Gasp, wrangle

glamor's shaping

feelings waking see what we can do 

....convolute...

 (((enter Psyche)))