River’s Bed

Two bellies embody

wishes the heart beckons

odes for truth unfurl 

in shallow napes

eyelashes palm

lips to finger’s tip

temperature is oil

between thighs etching maps

of hip curls & twists like ours

frothy tangles pantomime 

“Honey,

wont you come swim in my syrupy wave?

dip in my pebbled nook?

one planted kiss sprouts 

for you too, drift home again

inhale, and wink goodnight

for time melts away 

in waters like hours

limber limbs creek solid lumber

lapping in river’s bed 

sipping in her sweet stream

tight bundles unwind

eye to eye

This post is posted on Tuesday 6 March 2012.