Distracted

I hate to down play
a moment when I want to
but seeing you there
explaining your day
and letting me see
the tip of your nipple
all hot with its cotton white gauze
and Indian lace lattice
triumph of cotton
all twisted in arm bands
silver and ankle
and bangle
and lip pierce
having just laid in
your corset and woven
the ribbons
in rings in your skin
with that candle wax
dripping in splatters
the shape of an angel's tears,
I can't help but notice
as never before
the contrast between
your ink and your skin
and the image emerging
of silence
on the rim of your mouth
as tongue presses forward
when then pronouncing
the name of our dog,
"Sweet Roxy,"
and how I never get over
the moment those lips
finally meet in the end.

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