Metaphysical Reminders

Metaphysical Reminders

Where that brain stores its loot
There stands a cabin by the river,
Where it dreamed a body too good
For flesh and bones,
Too good for breath and blood
Where the clock spills stars,
Hands that milk until honey flows,
And a mouth that torches neck to toe.

And as it worked itself out there
On that bed of river mud
Squeezing and kneading
Lust from every pore,
As hips pushed and crushed,
The end of an era seemed at hand,
And if you slept through the night,
You would awake with the clock 
And a note on your pillow
Telling you to get the hell out of there—
The river is rising.