The way she leans against the fender of her car
pumping gas, the lines of her thighs are hieroglyphic.
Even her ass is articulate. Words spill out of her
whenever she moves.
All the ancient letters were signs of sacred anatomy.
Every curve of her body has its own letter.
Her body is an erotic grammar of fingertips and foreskins.
She's an alphabet aphrodisiac, waiting
to be rolled out like scrolls, waiting to be read
by the mouth of our fingertips, the palm of our eye.
Originally published November 2007: Lust