What's there left to say?
Rest the head on knee.
Finger weaving hair,
our eyes on T V.
What's there left to burn?
Cool the heart from heat.
Inhale deep dismay,
then exhale slowly.
Twilight, half lit dark.
Bare to share the beat.
Taste, taking turns,
highest high,
lowest low ly.
Freckle you with light
brown skin fingertips.
Depart the anxious
rush to ***,
savor sole ly
to put lip to skin,
to prolong the sin,
to enjoy to no end,
calm, and then
rising action,
****** and
the unwinding.
