Soft flannel brushes my skin
Falls to the floor
The grooves of your fingertips
Search for answers
I couldn’t give before
Kiss
Would you take me
just outside
when the party still rages
people laughing
glasses clinking
music humming
I’m humming too
deep in my core
where I await your touch
Will we embrace here
by the window
when the stars appear
dusk ebbing
lips meeting
bodies thrumming
The night’s thrumming too
deep in its core
where it awaits our abandon
Que Sera
You know when you said you’d skip this part to savor the rest?
I like this part best.
It’s not the easy thing, to wait and see
But I like when my body and mind are free.
There are times it seems we were made the same
And then I remember not to question or blame.
So we hunker down for some serious play
And claim que sera sera a la Doris Day.
Sweet Torture
only when thought was almost away
did it make sense
he could taste her
despite the distance
she could hear him
through words on a page
their own music
the backdrop
for the delicious dance
there was no beginning
and the end spiraled outward
beyond reason
so they could remain
locked in a coil
of sweet torture
Lovers Elixir
Better than the tangy sea
Sultry elixir
Hold me til there’s no more left
The Word Rummager 