with water colors i create you
an emergency picnic on a blanket
of atmosphere
and when my knee bumps yours
or my finger slides down your
nervous face
i feel it too
i am silly and the atkins diet
you are protein and i will devour you
but i will be kind and nibble at the nuances
like one dabs a silk napkin
against the corners of your lips
i want to find you out
huff and puff you into
an atmosphere of desire
that floats like dew on an orange leaf
that thunders along the niagara
my legs are weak
it could be the hangover
or an impending cold
it could be your
barometric pressure
with me waiting for the warm front
to move in