melancholy baby





i want to replace the sadness

of your flesh

with ripples of laughter



to search out devious mischief

down the curve of your spine

and beyond



with fingers and kisses



to travel waywardly

across and around

the curves

of your intimate design



the wrinkles and folds

of the land of pleasure



a languid strumming

of your corrugated palate

saturated with image and

your hypnotic excitement



with random access

and deliberate attention



replacing the melancholy

of your tenderness

with the dixie land delight

of a jukebox trombone

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