against the biographies of Poe
against the critiques and collections of
gothic short stories.
wrists by the sonnets,
smooth her spine with flirtations
of Byron, no, of Donne,
and approach her thighs with fingers
strumming gently past Wilde.
the illustrations in picture books
by her moans, and weak dialogue
in a slow soft wave
will dangle over, along her throat.
tell stories with your lips
with your fingers.
let the atlas books rewire and show
the path from here
to Antarctica on her
let it guide you to her stomach.
and dare the dictionary
to define her.