The moon, like you, is far away from me, but it’s our sole momento:
if you look and recall our past through it, we can be one mind.
– Saigo –
between the crease of waiting…
What is it to see the offering
of an ass
pussy lips glistening from between the crease of silken thighs
lifted and waiting
spread and
yearning
for you?
after all is set and done…
There was that time
You traced the top of my hipbone
with the tip of your warm finger
and you shivered before me.
Once.
You came so hard
your brain froze and you looked
at me utterly amazed
wondering aloud how I could’ve happened to you
when here I thot you’d happened to me.
There is no remembering room.
Dance cards fill up.
Eggs crack in nests and never hatch.
Washed hands don’t stay clean.
After all.
siren song…
elsewhere
later
under cover
breast against your ribs
still warm
ripe
she enters our room
on windless calm
the fertile earth
and spreading plain
of her promised land
whispers
(and how the lyre plucks)
across continents and over seas
lapping
lapping
lapping
waves of heart’s content
bound tight ’round her mast
sail on
a wiser man
and leave me sleep
– Lola Moi –
