.
Saliva crowds
my mouth, waiting
to dance with you.
After a minuet
or two,
you'll be ushered
through the velvet hall
into my grand ballroom,
there to be waltzed
into a million frenzied
fragments of you.
My lilting blood
next will join
the ball, coupling
with every bit of you.
Escorting your molecules
to every corner
of my body
where they'll be welcomed
by quadrille cells
and tango organelles
until each part of me
spins dizzy with a piece of you.
A. Popp
.