Commit your future to memory 

make, in your body, a living storehouse of your desire, in parts.

Appoint the rooms with the paint that colors your dreamworld 

Tempt the richness of the conversation between space and time and things

 ask for the next dance with the seamstress of imagination into materialization

and visit as often as you like

close the gap between where you are and where you'd like to go with your essence 

For your true life tempts you to know no order of difficulty in the miraculous

make, in your body, a living storehouse of your desire, in parts.

Your body waits

 like the earth, like a dormant volcano

till you poke it, breathe it, animate it, engage it-

give it a purpose through your love making.

And because she sees you've put your chips in to play-

 she sets about her task of coming to life for you 

only because you are a verb

You are the the only thing he can't be

without her