From the first I found you, baby
wafting wallowing in my world—
a scintillate, alternating into electric.
I was left alone with my limbs
leaning on bald shoulders of a naked
Chinese wall, unglued and reformed.

I am a monkey man reformed
into the cooing picture of a baby
at suck from your body-naked,
my grasp unanswered by your world.
Each dimple of my doughy limbs,
starved neurons frantic-electric.

Have you heard of the ghost electric
trapped in the stone church reformed,
its jingly jangly dangling limbs
soft and tender as a baby?
Perhaps, you know nothing of the world
as you lie to me, lie with me naked.

Or perhaps, naked
my experience electric
is beyond your icy world.
You left me hot and reformed
as a hunk of dung, baby,
a steaming Hebrew Golem, its reachy limbs

gesturing mutely for your limbs—
your limbs frightened and naked
your limbs, like a baby
that curl my hair with fingers electric.
I descend to alluring Earth reformed,
though knowing nothing of your world.

Her body is a cafe of the world.
By these inarticulate fingers and limbs, 
I seek her, I seek to be reformed,
a tongue firing a kiln wet and naked,
the shock winter skin electric,
arriving to her arms a baby.

What’s become of the baby, reformed
as the watery world, a fish naked
and electric, a delta’s creeping limbs?