S
L
O
W
L
Y

This
        Ship
                Is
                   Sinking

Rock bottom.

Your tightness I feel, so I put it in slow.
Your inner walls wet, so I ****** it slow.
Your moans I feel, so I keep it slow.
Pain you yield, so I ease up slow.
Your thighs shakes when, I ****** deep and slow.
Slow strokes.

What do you do when you are stuck in quicksand?
You take slow movements.

I used to love it when you


Wait.

Or how about how you





No.


You know what













Never mind.

Lord, make everyone 6 years old
and while I'm being unusually bold
fill them with 6 year old wonder
and a 6 year old's hunger,
with 6 year curiosity
and a 6 year old's honesty.
Give them 6 year tenacity
and a 6 year old's capacity
for a 6 year old's need
at live at half-speed,
content to let life
be their daily delight.
Oh Lord, I ask that each of us might
keep a 6 year old's insight
and live this life
6 year old childlike.

Take life
              s l o w

Move like thickened molasses
I slip step by step
'cross the thinned ice
Testing for the cracks
Gaping holes that lead
To my icy end
This slouching snail'd pace
Comes from past life
My bones still chilled
From former submersion

Take life
              s l o w

he begets
fullness
of a tremor

steals a
touch
then it's lost

dew on blooms
gleam
dissolve

focused
vibration
passes

lips pause
barest
trace

kiss of
warm breeze
on still day

more sought
courted
met

frenzied tension
slowly rising
heralds

smiling dance
cells in naïve
cacophony