By morning we've got cold amphibious tongues
coated in blubs
waiting bubble eyed.
Still slimy throats
up-gurgle newts and muck.
Moss sprouts from our mouths
and brown coated gums.
Flies quivering between teeth.
Lips dry as salted meat.

The flutter of uncertainty
makes me weep.
I feel like squiggly lines run through my legs and feet
and up toward my chest,
In my head
that I might break
piece by piece.
when I'm exuberant
I feel it too.
It hits me strange
in the mind,
trickles through the chest,
i'm out of breath,
and I weep

My words are clumsy
and heavy as rocks thudding
on top of moist earth.
They're disruptive,
uncomfortable.
The noise of my voice like brass
clattering down a flight of stairs,
injured and dented.
Though underground, the sound
is silky and sleek.
My words falling like tiny pearls,
tap dancing daintily,
spilling smooth across marble,
rolling easily,
steady like pattering rain.

Your hands are slow;
soft as they stroke
and they tug.

Noses rub
so we laugh a couple.
A chuckle and tickle,
even a pickle.

While your mouth on my skin
is just right like a creamy dessert.
Cool
and light.

That I may take flight in delight
underneath you.
Tying our legs
like we tie our shoes.

Squeezing loose the juice

Feeling it ooze as it drips
from your lips
in this morning's kiss,
and the taste on our tongues,

The tingles persist.

Take me to the river
Or the lake
On the water,
Where we can watch old men fish
And make wishes,
Sending them off
into the sun.
Take me to
where I can see the trees
on a hill
from where I lay
in a little red boat,
where frogs belt out a
Curious call,
And bare feet splash
in muddy marshes.
Where clouds shaped like sea horses
Become whales
And turtles before our eyes,
Floating on and on and on and
Ongoing if we would
only stop measuring time.
And the depths
To where my slippery sword
Slashes the ripples,
reaching beneath the surface;
Where I’ll keep my hands apart,
arms out.
So that we’ll glide and collide,
we’ll follow and lead;
our little boat dance
would go on forever,
like the reflection that earth paints for the sky.