I climbed the side of her face
and caressed an earlobe with my non-dominant hand,
the dominant grasped a few strands of hair and
hoisted my self into place, to a lounging space in her
Ascended, I said, and I have her ear, kicked off the
shoes that brought me here and proceeded to say …
not a word.
Just listened to the swish from the sway,
to the wisps of air from vocalizations
sometimes nearly ululations
At which time, you might imagine, this little man
bridged the ear where he’d climbed, to speak a few
And say to hell with the rhyme.