Around your left ear there is a spear of frozen sugar and a hungry beggar with no home.
Around your right ear there is a silver pear with a lot of available room for rent inside.
Around your right eye there is a spy cloaked in hot vapours from a cry.
Around your left eye there is a brass sign of a why.
Around your tiny nose there is a tiny horse, circled and melted in your breath.
Around your lips there is a skier who slips and traces a smile with snow in a pile.
Around your breasts there are petals and medals with smiley faces and little inscriptions with encouregements from ancients for future generations.
Around you navel there is a girl named Hazel with red hair and a craddle in her pocket.
Around your hips there is a circle of pips on a string, haring through snippets of rumours like a hering through a fishing net.
And finally, around your thighs there is poet who obeys your echoes and he stays and he stays until the morning comes.