Are his warm blue pillows turning transcendental? In pajamas, he transcends us out of time Where we love him everlasting like a panda His every feature is a lotus in our eyes Are his blue-green microbes teeming exponential In the waters of my eyeballs and my skin? Where he shares all his minutia in felt slippers And I whimper tiny whimpers just for him Are his large square fingers fumbling accidental On the button and the zipper on my pant? Where he works me in the foyer like some Play-Doh Like some roughneck holding girlie like a clamp