I want to break pomegranates for you,
Serve the segments on porcelain and
Feed the seeds like cells of sweet wine—
At a time
To your tongue.
I want to bathe you in a bear-claw bath
Of warm milk and—
May I touch your ears?
Let me bring you beaches,
I’ll carry sand in my hands and pockets,
I’ll carry the ocean in my mouth
And salt at the nape of my neck.
I will make the starlings all come back for you.
I will turn the moon so you may see the other side,
Give you Venice in a drinking glass
And the glaciers— every glacier—
I will wrap in my arms and
Present to you like pearls in a candy dish.