postcard from home

Clever tongues
Curious fingers
Beach reaching
Downward upward
Tender strong longs to linger
In the soft scent places
That rise as sand castles
Waiting for the pounding surf
To drive them down down again
Burrowing in furrows
Hide in hides inside
Curl to fill the spaces
And hold them still

For furtive madding moments
My mouth surrounds your world
Lips curl around the edges
All you want a tongue lash away

Lips sip slips in laps
As I curl unfurl in yours
Swift sweet storm tip touch
That which you keep within
I taste for sweet moments on end
So then your secrets are mine
Touch me as no one touches me
Taste my line to line it out
Now is now and now you are here

Turn the tide to ride the times
Over under out and through it all
We roll like tart popover tarts
Take your darkness deeper in out
Slick with the love we take

When we are done lay with me
Spun like wood burl tops
Grain to grain our hands still hold
A touch of the touch of electric thrill
That spun us up and out and down
The moonscape your body
I explore with cardboard kaleidoscope
Seas of serenity
Mare vaporum, Mons Venus
Place names for eager expeditions
And wistful picture postcards.