Let Me

Let me
slither up that veiny
delta under the junction
of a wrist

Let me
rock you like
the Green Line after curfew
inside a cerebellum

Let me
lick the curve of a vacant
stomach and drink from lymph
nodes tethered like Christmas lights

Let me
burrow in your monotone
and sizzle there like
bacon frying

Let me
dream on a fractured
synapse till your knuckles
vibrate like pool filters

Let me
leave you, like a child
plucked from Wal-Mart and
you will run to me
again