kiss me in between the thighs, coyote with the bedroom eyes
three years have come and gone and i can still hear the stars
with all your sighs
your fingers woven in with mine, a tapestry too perfect to
complete and so
we pull away, and several times,
to watch the strings begin
to fray
and then again we patch them up
we bring them to, we sew it shut
the work of art that's ours alone to witness and to call our
own
the things i never wanted or the things i wanted just too much that
slip
finally from my mouth to yours, and slip from touch to touch
my neck is warm where teeth have been
god
when can i be with you again?
my thoughts don't coalesce anymore the pattern's disappeared
but your face i see, your mouth i taste, and in my mind its your voice i hear

so please
just
kiss me in between the thighs, coyote with the bedroom eyes
three years have come and gone but i can still hear stars
in all your sighs.