Shall we touch skins like the mountain
touches the sky in a faraway horizon?
Shall we lie on a bed like a slate grey river?
Content in the moment when your body touches mine.
Or shall we furrow up and down
like squirrels on a tree? Chasing each other
with desires yet uncapped.
Contained like dams waiting to explode
in between the deep folds of my clouds. Grey and white,
Pink and purple. Yellow and red, and all the rainbow
colours of our sexuality undefined.
Shall we eat the berries from wild trees?
Let’s forget the apple. We have had that already,
and it got very quickly sour.
My darling, let us not be indecisive like autumn leaves.
Instead, let us go, you and I, like Alice
into the rabbit hole, discovering new cities
in the lines of our bodies. that drive us mad
as we bite into each other’s lips, drawing blood
and licking from our fingers the wetness of you and I.
Shall we dance the tango with silk scarves,
and chains and spikes?
Let us unruffle these static beds that bound us
in vows wrapped in rings along fingers that would rather
be touching you. Me on top of you.
You on top of me.
Shall we, my darling, meet in places
slippery and wet between your skin and mine.
Shall we, shall we, shall we?