She moves like warm molasses   Drips sweetness your chin is covered   Can’t get her taste out of your mouth   Nor do you want to      She moves like summer breezes   Across fields of nectar clover   She carries the heavy scent of   Gold pollen and milkweed      She leaves the room   The sound is like smoke rising   It curls around the nape of your neck   She leaves you like   An opium addicted schoolboy   Lost in foreign tongues   Wanting more      She feels like the ripest fruit held   Between trembling fingers precious   The rivers of melting butter   Stream down through the valley      She sounds like a siren calling   You in the ocean headfirst then   Her silence is broken glassware   Blown by the furies      She leaves the room   The sound is like smoke rising   It curls around the nape of your neck   She leaves you like   An opium addicted schoolboy   Lost in foreign tongues   Wanting more