Plumping Me

Pressed against the thread
the threat I'll be discovered
contoured by a message
inviting me to participate
in active illustration
how you want me
where you would place me
in the calling of a sweet dream
my intellect seduced
the psychic massage
defiant to space or time
the fresh coat of red
to lips and fingernails
the echo of your laugh
watching me rise
to the invented intrigues
trying to conceal
where blood plumps me
to evade detection.