Poem #2,707 | Under your roof our tour

Under your roof our tour
of other is a slow delight
over days & nights –
rolls
of bodies on your bed of
a Brobdingnagian scale –
our traveller-venturing &
pitches of base camps at
lower levels
[followed by
each ascending a peak &
collapsing] –
Sleep is our
eventual fall-into crevice