my favorite time to see her is in the morning so when i found her in the kitchen with the orange dawn sunlight swarming in on her face, i was elated i felt a rectogenital tingle
she was in last night's liquid eyeliner & a faded Prince tshirt & just a bikini bottom as she zigzagged her hips toward me
i ran quickly thru the things i wished i hadn't said last night & watched her face bloom into a pout i was born to kiss
she smelled like new shampoo & the half joint sitting in the conchshell ashtray sending its musk ceilingward in ribbons
when we embraced she let me grab her *** & that's how i knew all was forgiven then she sashayed to the percolator & returned blowing softly on a bulging mug she ate fruit while i steeped & asked her what our plan was for the day
"the beach, dummy, look at me" which i did & she followed my gaze down & nudged her **** to the side to tease me with its unfettered sway & the shifting quotation marks of her ******* against her stretched thin shirt
i slipped into an involuntary squint as i brought the smoldering paper up & pinched it to my whistle my gaze lingered on those coral pink lips but she kept her eyelids lowered wrinkled her nose & stood with one hip out the other knee bent into the apricot light & stared not at me but at the dust motes floating in the soft warm mosaics of light bouncing in time with the pulse from her temple & my heart melts volcanic