long and smooth
let me start on thursday
and fall asleep in your lap
on sunday
i'll take the week-end
and forget the reasons
i like you
and learn your thighs
and knees
i'll remove your nuances
and the cause for my smile
to rub your calves,
hold your ankles
exchanging your
smirking outlook on life
for entanglements of limbs
i'll ask you to please not
speak or interrupt my admiration
while i slide the knuckles
on the back of my hands
gently
where you are out of mind
where you could not
be the woman i seek
and your legs are long
and smooth