this lalala lightly felt
high noon breeze 
has my head stuck
in all sorts of texty zoos

legs hips navel
clavicle ridge line
hands behind binary bars shallow

these wet blues i feel
feel real
swimming hues
suggesting so much

i am the fool who'll 
follow knotty impressions and
fall for that crevice
just beyond
crenelated hipflesh

where woolly strips the color of sea unders
straps across
and barely covers it
 
three
light
taps
of the tongue
at the back of
both incisors 

is all it takes

and i

lick you
from where you came
to where you went