she’s cunning
knows what i’m doing
when i arrange myself to
observe the swaying walk
full-bodied blue cotton 
print dress that defines &
outlines sinuous curves
     kisses me on the front 
lips the middle the back
all the way to the tongue
sends a pelvic shock
to the end of my toes

                in the fading light
         along the coiling body
of the great earthen effigy
we carry a basket of corn 
          to the open mouth
              feel the swell
                      of its
                       bite