Afternoon Delight

 
Afternoon Delight



Carrying you down into that liquid place again
where we meet without talking, even though
sometimes we're talking, where we laugh
without making a sound, the punch lines
floating off unuttered and the corners
of my mouth tilting up like commas
around some beautiful phrase we don't
have to try to remember. Wedging my knee
between your thighs and slipping fingers
into you once more let them be glazed
with human delight and lift them to my lips
letting them tell me what they have found.
I'll kneel before the sunset of your skin,
its pale tone beginning to blush, evenly,
every cell inspired to read, pushing toward
that ruddiness of purpose, that sigh.
My hands will wrap around the tendons
of your wrists to hold you here, lowered
over you like clouds before a storm,
the enormous thunder and then the rain.


 
By nutbuster