This one's mine, "Bright Sun in the Head of the Girls."
"But that is not all.
Bright dried cow shit, bright hidden stones,
bright precious clay whistles.
When girl F finally gets to sleep with girl H,
the bright wounds hammered into gossamer threads wrapped
around the heart of girl H reach through to the bright lines
leaving tracks on the marrow of girl F.
The lines and threads fall into each other
and encourage mutual sparkling until their love,
secondary to that of girl F and girl H,
heats up into a tiny, little sun.
They are not up in the head, as advertised,
but that is how they protect themselves
from being discovered and potentially harmed."