Salty, I started rolling
down from your brow,
over your high cheek
past your full lips,
swimming your slender neck
gracefully skimming your shoulder,
and up over your puffy-nip
under your hung fruit
toward your raised-hip,
then falling with gravity
in between your parted thighs
through your succulent-oyster
inside inner-thigh
around knee,
tripping calf
to your pretty toes.

Lord knows,
I am in your sweat,
falling.