Comeherecomeon

I’ll take all my clothes off for you. Comeherecomeon I’ll take my skin off...

                                       Comeherecomeon.


I’ll take all my clothes off for you.
         Comeherecomeon
                             I’ll take my skin off for you…



                   Rock me gentle.
Rock my legs into your mouth.
         Rock me gentle into your mouth.


Put your hands in
my hair, I’ll
comeon comeon.
our
deep mouths are black
glass
falling into
each other.
They fall like sounds richening
in time,
like batter
         folded

Our hands
inside our skins
sweat voices
         Come here come on
as we rock
I’ll rock you gentle.


         These whisperings to you are
         a smoldering,
         a yellowing;
         a pulsing mustard-seed.
                   The desire for the
                   feel of your chest
                             against my back,
                   My breasts against your back
                             painted by
                                       night-
                                       light
                                       watery
                                       on the floor.

                             Ohcomeherecomeon