An Alphabet Song

(you fell through a song sheet)

grab my face, swallow my sweat,
eat my juice, pound these drums;
we are not going anywhere. scorn
your throat from kissing me? blink.


I can't.

I can't pull away from you, this latitude.
Hold my skin, touch my feet, listen
to my breath, lick my lobe. kiss.
should we talk it over?


could you?

vertical ruffles in my thighs strum
like a wooden guitar entertaining a
gray sidewalk. kiss me again. numb,
make me feel the pianos, the viola's,
the orchestra, the conductor, the theater.


we could.

run with four pockets and two shirts,
no shoes. pick my waist up, pull
it towards yours. stare. press, bite
your own lip, then mine. I'm about to
kiss you.