Rectify

Moon ripples shining against the luscious of you,
Like the fur of a velvety cat up to mischievous feats.
Orion’s belt adorning your left ribs, next to the lung
That breathes me in and out, unpretentious and coy.
There is a stretch of anticipation hidden under the day
I can smell its ring of newness and the smile within.
My bosom fits perfectly below the curve of your cage
And envies the dependence of the constellation on
The very anatomy that builds itself under my eyes.
Verbal events horizontally whispering on slayed lips
And I slip them quietly into my vernal pockets as
I keep the fortuity of us into the certainty of them.