rub all over me
a little wine. . . .
and a memory
slips into you
soon it is summer
yet autumn is our
romance
but in summer i
will travel to your state
and i imagine traveling
into you
i could skim your surface
with lips a plenty
somehow we should
be in a boat
please marinate
then sizzle on the grill
you deserve the
sensual images
like your kiss put on a whirligig
like a carousel of delight
that spins one's head
like the bovine moo
of pleasure