i like the idea that there may be a tussle
a playful wrestle and a play for power
that your shirt will be on the lawn
in a havenly display of entanglement
where fascination is stage glitter
floating in the footlights
and the footlights are my observations
glimmering on your elastic endeavor
that your kiss will be a tattoo
on my whimsy
and the play will lead
to the tension of events
ever so powerful
that what is pretense and happenstance
will mix in a volatile combination
exploding in your mouth