Song of You by Judy Zhou


I exult in you, your turquoise eyes, clear as a spring

stream running down a mossy hilltop

the intensity pierces me



during sex

your stare was most



I delight in you, your broad shoulders, your chest,

your sculpted arms clasping me

squeezing me like

never before

as if you were afraid

i would slip through your fingers

like a small fish

in a big net


I revel in you,


with your wildest dreams,

your endless quests for adventure, your

inexhaustible desire to conquer

the world

with me in it


before i am out



On weekdays, Judy Zhou works to try to make the world a better place. On weeknights and weekends, she retreats into her black hole and wonders what "world" and "better" mean.