Slow Hand So

November 10, 2006 § Leave a comment

slow hand so your funky hot spot sought it
and rolled over time erotic and so spread out

our mouths collapsed around our bodies,
shivered maybe it was for centuries/or

is and will take the unfolding soundtrack of yr breath
to revive the all-time high;

i was so drunk i swallowed yr jeans n’
felt my mind’s sand around for yr tiny toes in that big ol ocean
where your breasts once waved to me;

your feet in my pockets
your feet in my pockets.

slow hand so
in order to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~

one sensuous revival, dear
and one can still smell your

chocolate sculptures in the sun
get out yr tongues

draw yr lover near…

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