Ra Sh writes

Hopscotch with calculi in the kidney

I play hopscotch with her
With three rubies.
Two for her nipples.
One for her sweet spot.

Oh my sweet salty kidney
She presses her nose to my navel.
Three rivers spout inside with a rumble.

Later I find her weaving
The rubies to a skirt.
With a whirl the hem rises like a kite
And lunar and solar eclipses occur
Kaleidoscopically.

When I pry open her oyster
And seek out her nub
It shines forth like a ruby red kidney stone.

There is another rumble
And a gush 
Like pomegranate seeds.

I start playing hopscotch and
She starts singing as she weaves them
Into a starless sky.of red jewels
Pour past my mouth tongue and face
Like pomegranate seeds.

I start playing hopscotch and
She starts singing as she weaves them
In to a starless sky.