Where Your Desire Body Goes
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Follow the leafhoppers.
The day is only durable
up to a point. There are new cells
tumbling from old cells, and who doesn’t
die into being?

The invisible ones look up
at night and point out souls
in the stars. Crickets chirp while snacking
on basil, and our perfumed souls
could stare at red-bell flowers all day.

Wrap your tongue around the ripe, black cherry.
Our mouths aren’t just made
for speaking. It is thereabouts–
between when your teeth burst the skin
and the sweetness fills your mouth
that you will join Goethe in his excitement
for finding new colors for new colorwheels.

Then let’s see if you can stop leaping
from tree to flower, from flower to field–
your sunlight-green wings following
wherever your desire-body goes.