show us all your eiffel towers
your dreamings of towers of babel
and memories of skirting arizona canyons

but there's a ring in suzy's navel-

she showed me
she slowly
raised her shirt
just enough
to reveal
a fleshy oval

give us kipling's loping wolves
or grant us davinci's last dish
but don't put suzy's belly in our drunken heads

for we turn into escher's fish-

under her
not to stir
our raised eyes
and turned forms
etched to ogle
her silvered navel:

your moon has pulled us to its shores
your storms and stars have made us sing
but we never thought we would be drawn

by such a small amazing thing-

ah! then we
saw when she
raised her arms
as to stretch:
up did amble
(to show the bauble)