I exult in you, your turquoise eyes, clear as a spring
stream running down a mossy hilltop
the intensity pierces me
through
especially
during sex
your stare was most
invincible
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,
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.