I.
sideways on the floor
like snake, snaking
move slow as thick
water
across
cooling sand.
yet that
friction, frictive
slide of grain
against
wetted grain--
thus at the base
gather
tiny sparks of
heat.
II.
i make it
up past
your leg.
sweat drops fast,
abandoned,
but tongue
tight
to its motion:
lapped
circle, coil
like flourescent
light. lighting
layer over
smooth wet
layer.
--
i compose you in
colors
under cover of
darkness:
reflection of a
blue sign
on wet sand--
caramel
dye-saturated,
plucking
memoried pinks,
smoothing
magnolia petal
hard.
i reserve red
but red only.
do nothing to me,
sweetheart.
lie back.
let me tell you
your story.
3.
i'll watch the dew fall,
roll
down your
skin.
watch the rising
sun
turn your back
to gold and
black.
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