habeas corpus
I want to crawl inside
you. Shrink to a no see-um
and peer from behind your
mucousy rheum, watching
your animal chest inhale
and exhale earth
saturated air.
I would be the one to massage
your gentle rib cage, the
fibrous protector.
There, while nestled in
close to the most of importance,
there in the dark hours
of anatomical bliss, would begin
conversations with your heart.