all that night

tongued three times, two places
months later the sting comes back
forgetting whose idea the plastic sheet was
the oil warmed over flame

there was a circle on the ceiling
like a hole for climbing up into
but stay below with the heat of hands
holding then drop and tease

music comes to them, their sway and blue
moves allow touch, pulling
kind caress with little suck bites
trying to sound most like cozy purring kittens

merlot and shrimp dragged
up six shaved legs to natural bowls
each issues a toast to pass
each moment by inch staccato inch