Refill Your Pleasure Tank

This is nice, but I get a little lost in the abstract language that makes up the middle of this poem. Not that I can't follow it, but I lose interest--it doesn't grab me. Which isn't to say that the words themselves don't "flow" beautifully from one to the next; the poem is well-composed with a good ear to sound. But I leave the poem with three basic lines, which I like:

a grassy whisper / silky soft // he murmurs her name

That part I like quite a bit. The rest (particularly the third stanza) makes my mind drift.