lets dance slow to the sound of geese flying south
like it was a dream about the nogalas two step
i will slice peaches and set them on your tongue
and drip sangria down your emotional terrain
let me tell you i am so unromantic
but i can tread water with a few well placed words
let this poem float like a bicycle ride across the desert
we will could watch our stories
float off the steamy breath on an autumn nights
like the breeze deviates on the distraction
of a negligee made from exotic condiments
spicy and indiscreet with the better part of valor
i will lay poems on your lap, with provocative implication
somewhere, inside a poem, i will insert a joke
about underwear made of dollies with delicate intent
on the edge of your tan lines as they fade into winter
and i will dip into the creamy ocean of make believe
that seems better than possible
until the heat of the moment is a reality
flowing down the tributaries your pleasure
under the choreography of your intimate dance floor