Are his warm blue pillows turning transcendental?
In pajamas, he transcends us out of time
Where we love him everlasting like a panda
His every feature is a lotus in our eyes
Are his blue-green microbes teeming exponential
In the waters of my eyeballs and my skin?
Where he shares all his minutia in felt slippers
And I whimper tiny whimpers just for him
Are his large square fingers fumbling accidental
On the bu*ton and the zipper on my pant?
Where he works me in the foyer like some Play-Doh
Like some roughneck holding girlie like a clamp