Rachel does have a
long lovely neck, I
imagine stretching it out
like a gooseneck lamp
twisting her vertebrae
to swivel that pretty little face
in whichever direction might be convenient to us.
Glow, pretty girl down from screen,
lift lips this way
soak between our edges.
My fake accent falls on the wrong
syllable, mis-speaking name drops
of golf legends and Oscar winners.
Still we move slow without carts,
push blocks and props under
Remember how you found your way inside
once by teeth
once between lips?
Rachel called. She wants her priest on the beach back.
Her scene worn from our rewind
as my denim skirt and v-neck tee becomes
ashes-of-roses crepe georgette as your hands
slide under, forbidden
love just a twist of lime.
You slide lamb skin sensitive,
your hum vibrates up from chest,
this swarm of you once inside.
Free Choice: Trigger #47