Does my desire
Crawling over you like a jaguar
Muscled for the strike, down on
My haunches, unblinking,
Lips parted, my breath condensating
In your ear?
Are you happier to hunt me over a
Half scrubbed toilet, oblivious
To you in yellow gloves and pinned
Hair, woefully accommodating you,
Bending like wet, underfoot grass?
I miss slow, swollen lips. Bring
Fresh lilacs, pulled, not cut,
Moist from dirt, dragged through
Sand, delicious orange melon to
Drip down our elbows and chins, a
Blood crimson sky buoyant on ocean
Salt at eclipse. Bring tiger balm,
Handcuffs, nipple clamps.
We bob away.