Omphalos

Investigate the obvious again.
Something in it’s peering at you
like a puzzled look whose sweetly

furrowed brow depends for a solution
on a sense you haven’t found yet –
or anyway have not deployed to its

avail or your advantage. Peek
beneath its muscled arms and take
a whiff – and lick. Pick a slow soft

route to float, meander down its warm
tight marble belly: heed the tracery
of bluish veins that frame its tautness

like the lightest silken spider web –
approach the omphalos and kiss it.
Glance below, do not dismiss it.

Blowing gentle puffs of a continuing
caress of breath above and over its
fine skin, arise and keep the soft flows

of its rhythms going – up and out
and in. Hold your sensate palms
and arms around its three dimensions

without touching – just above the thing
itself. Whisper something. Look it
in the eyes. Wonder at the wealth.

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