The Slide

I long to slide down
your creamy, white sides
all the way to your center,
and climb to the tip
of your golden cob.

I want to dive down
your spiraling veins of light
and explore your dizzying mysteries.

I dream to swim along
the very edge
of your great undulations,
falling and rising
until I can swim no more

and shout to the sky,
“Calla lily, how come
you, too, are heart-shaped?”