and your

you
and your
wonder
full smile

your excite
living in my thoughts
dancing like 10 candles
two on the headboard
eight elsewhere

and your panties
creating a shadowy veil
that so easily slid
along your excitement

and off

and on meanders
the night

how i wish
to go back
and wrap you up
in an embrace

sweet spot

you know you

are showing your age

you are still younger
thank i, but
you are still beautiful
and your arrogance
doesn’t destroy that

you are not conceptional art
like a music video that uses
graphics from a 1927 sears catalog

you
o
you

it is so much
to enjoy who you are that
is outside of what
you think you are

it’s not 1985
and your cheerleader moves
spin counter clock wise

just as
your curves have all the de-
sire inducing allure and
the sentiment of gravity
that works in magical ways

yo

u can do the twist
and i can wish i was part
of it

and your thighs
the ripple of a wonder thighs

can slide together
and it hits the right partof the racket

beads

how many people would
climb up the lattice fence
to the room of someone
you probably wouldn’t
want in a submarine

how many people
would trade
this for that

can we be honest about
the realities of ash
wednesday
and the morals
of fat tuesday

could you say you have slept
with the poet
not the man who writes poems

sometimes i would like to
live all my past mistakes
again

it would be better than
waiting for for this cold
to run it’s course
how many people would

this fire place is lonely
and it has your name

how many people
would live in the perfume
of your excitement

i am a mardi gras parade
waiting to happen
waiting to trade
nuances for
intimacy

       flip flop

i need a boombox
with the trembling
thighs

the tremble of
your upper lip

friday night
fish

fry

friday night
fish

fry

roll me over
like a cardboard
sunday school sandals

twist and roll about

loose rims
sink ships
and i want to float
your dingy

let’s drink from life
a sip of joy
and your thighs
gulp

dub dub, rubbery hips
swishing in the clawfoot

friday night fish fry
with lots of tartar sauce

         still ness

yours

when it is mine
is

well how does one say

how does one describe
beauty that isn’t about
aesthetics

but intrinsic value

how

does one
take take the quiet
of a moment

with thighs touching
and passion floating
over the night

and muscles relaxing

how
does one

tell you of the desire
to live inside
that
moment

enough to make you squirm

the wiggle inside
your kiss

like the metaphor
of catching a trout
8 pound on 5 pound test line

and
if you must know
double tapered

your lips
catching
un barbed delight

sure there is the nibble
and the occasional play
of nuance

but it is the pull against drag
spinning

your spine arching like
a bambo rod

and your bearings
rolling in their
own casing

with your toes
pretty red nails
curled and
i
wiggle inside
your kiss

bézier

o
so blasé

i know what
temptation is

and i can see
desire like it
was yesterday

i don’t need a
protractor to
trace the arch

but seduction
is vague and
i have just enough

for a composite sketch

red lips and green vision

it’s not the curve
but the intent

and the imagination
is so much more valuable
than vocabulary

long walks

i’m still sleeping
with your memory
so i don’t know if i miss you

i know i want you

wanting to have the memory
live in the poetry of today

to roll
like a quarter
and a nickel
down the sidewalk

in the fragrance
of your excitement

to be a passenger
in a drive to the home dept
where all the screws
and hinges have potential

show me the neighborhood
once again and let your fingers

weave a church with mine

kiss me with your hips
pressed against the wooden rail
of the boardwalk

stroll through the imagination
that leads us to the kingsize

bought when you were once
married

but it now fans the flames
we share

game

my fantasy plays
rock, paper
scissors

with your thighs

my my
is my o my

as in when your lips
part and o my
deity of delight

two fingers slice
through delight
like like tom thumb
with a snoot full
of gin and tonic

paper cover curves
and the night rocks
on

like a tilt-a-whirl pelvis

there is a time to
draw up a plan
to sit back and
host the sway of haunches

there is there is
yes
there is

the moment
that later we realize
when we begin

and you can own that moment
with your elbows akimbo
holding court on the carpet

2.0

i wish to enter you
into my view

with me behind
and a silvery reflection
before us

to add content

to speak of a wiggle
that is sexy when you walk
and intoxicating when it
is pressed against me

sly

and the lecherous
giggle

to experiment
to deconstruct

and retreat to common
comfort

cuddle cuddle and
flip the turnbuckle

into a swan dive into
of your libido liqueur