By Nikki Quismodo
The afternoon spills out of your pleasure
onto my pleasure
to give me the air, waves and motion-dreamings
rocking back and forth and falling
into the echoes of release
the cravings of your lips
come like vibrational chills
like a teasing breeze on a morning balcony
and into the view of our liquid sweetness
honey dipping into your amber like eyes
sunbathing and belonging to them
seeing us in a world of a thousand afternoons,
that's how I want it from you
that's the answer to your question about my dreams...
