Plant the Drug

tell me about her ficus
that lady part of the brain

describe the gelatin transition
   in her unwavering wrist
   the soft contusions
   underbelly heroin smile
   she sighs at me and gives thanks
   for fix-er-up
opiate magic

an arm arches high
     the ficus
expanse
   first taste of death

     sheen of aggressor
     locks eyes
pearl pools of water reflect
     depth
     cold cuts
     the length of ficus

     embrace of the Siren's wail