I move in revolutions

Of punch pink and purple vein.

I pause in contemplation

Of florid force and edges rounded.

Bold rings of hefty cyan,

Waxen lace,

And velvet glimpses.

The space between my twists 

is never empty.

I flow instead,

In revolutions.

Of punch pink and purple vein. 

Of extended body and motion.

Of demanding echoed gazes.