your tongue the muscle
of an oyster soft and squirming |
your mouth: hot hungry mouth moving teeth like stones grinding pressing through raw lips thin mouth taut and quivering love vase-fragile, a bouqet of clumsy words mine: touching yours, teeth clicking, lips slipping the slick, sweet melting of a smile my teeth the pearls your tongue the muscle of an oyster soft and squirming your arms: like tree trunks stripped of bark and set into motion living, gripping arms flexing beautiful fat arms pale like fish circling, crushing the air from my lunch-bag lungs mine: twisting round your neck choke soft throat and arms like white felt full round and flailing nude and blushing dimples at the elbows your hands: clutching empty hands pulsing with blood and dancing knots hands stroking breathing hands cupping and sifting in my hair, crawling big hands cradling soft-baby skull mine: against you roving kneading, dancing across gripping shot-glass splintering and splashing over raw knuckles slapping, pulling at you knotted into furious bunches of pain your eyes: dripping with love flapping like butterflies chirping filmy, heat-stroke soaked drawn heavy sleep eyes drooping pained and wet naked and peeled open mine: into yours tangling swimming together lashing kissing, clinging like leaves together pupils dilating wildly water-rimmed, grainy vision blurred your heart: thundering horses mine: frightened rabbit pink eyes twitching |