I find sleep quite amiable
less resistant
after touching
The timpani of tigers
like prowling
Your other jungle-wilderness
It’s my undoing
after we have done what we did

Physically akin
Our own skin held close
Mingling / our tender cooing
Gooseflesh shivers
Birthday suits all
Aquiver...

In the miasma of life's (bowels)
howling, bowdlerizing
the sensations of our
everyday heaven.

I find sleep more pliable
after a swim in you
and I taste myself
in the salt
of our commingling
skins
Tingling

Newly
swathed in mouths
and primrose
fragrant waterfalls
thunderclouds
A deluge

Of Seed & Petrichor
in the aftermath
Of our victory
The ******
within and about
our dance of skin—I am washed away
a tiny death
a cry to heaven

I am naked
when you're not clothed on me,
how strange to need you to swim.
I find dreams much better
aloft
my second skin...