Deep immersion into your physical being

The logical trajectory
Is a flying leap
From the end of the bed
With a steadfast aim
I plunge deep
Into the back of your left eye socket

Piercing through your skull
To reach the innermost caverns of your mind

Then carefully and gently,
I rotate my way down
Through your infraorbital rim

My body is the screw

A right of passage
Into your nasal cavity
It’s not very sexy
Star fishing in your snot
Then jammed in, scissor-splits,
between your tonsils

Guess I should catapult through that gap
To the back of your throat
where I’m going to sit, quietly
In lotus position
Meditating
At the base of your tongue.

Here
I can FEEL
Slow-rising breath
Deep
Smooth
Adjusting my position
With djembe beats
And trembling bones

I can be the first to inhale
When you take a breath