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