the best thing i ever wrote,

i splayed across the lips of your chest,

the fibers of your hairs,

the pulse of your temple

t h u m p ing

and beneath my fingertips,

the best thing i ever wrote laid beneath your skin,

with-in your skin and deep, i rested open

above the best thing i ever wrote

fine songs of wine and youth

pulling away from us

sticking within my hairs

beneath your tongue,

the best thing i ever wrote

was us two nesting in a mango-peach

canopy frozen pre-spring and still

still fishing for the right word

to say,

**stop.