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