If you like me then you'll find me,

You will construct space in your mind

For me to spend the night. If you

Like me then you'll remember me

In the limbless dark of sacred moments

Between you and your well-oiled

Fingers. If you like me then you'll

Caress me with your wandering words

Brought forth from the boiling

Cauldron that is your temerarious

Fervor for the substance of life. If

You like me then you'll whisper to

Your teeth with your tongue the

Gold bullion of hospitality. If you like

Me then you'll show me with the

Glimmering whites of your eyes,

Set against the broad stippled back

Of God's shoulders, as we talk nothing

But speak the ends of the Earth.